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“Love you.”

“Unfortunately, I love you, too.” She hangs up.

I stare at James's empty profile.

Maybe Violet is right. Maybe I should block him.

My thumb hovers over the screen.

For some reason, I can’t.

Instead, a plan forms in my head. I smile.

“Let's see how curious you are, James.”

I make him work for it.

My first Story is boring. Painfully boring. It’s a picture of my computer screen with the caption: Emails. So many emails.

I post it.

Then I force myself to work for twenty minutes before checking. I grin. James saw it.

“Okay.”

Next, I post Mr. Pickles sleeping. Nothing particularly exciting about that, either. He’s lying upside down with one paw over his face. I caption that one: Monday mood.

James watches that one, too.

I sit back in my chair. “Who are you?”

Mr. Pickles opens one eye.

“Not you. Go back to sleep.”

I wait another hour, then I take a picture of the half-eaten sandwich on my desk. No cute angle. No filter. Nothing. I caption it: Lunch.

I post it.

If James watches a picture of my half-eaten turkey sandwich, he's officially invested.

I go back to work.

Twenty-seven minutes later, I check.

James saw it.

I laugh.

“Oh, James. You are either incredibly bored or weirdly interested in my life.”

Possibly both.

For some reason, my thoughts immediately drift to Roman.

My smile fades.

I look back at James's profile.