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He was leaning against the van.

He’d gone back to the van, waited for the light, and taken this photo.

The caption said:

good waves, good company

Nothing else.

Good company.

I stared at it for a long time. Long enough that my thumb, operating completely without my permission, twitched. The heart turned red.

I unliked it in under a second, maybe half a second, then threw my phone onto the bed like it had burned me.

He had 157 thousand followers. The post had been up for forty-seven minutes. It had—I checked, hating myself—six thousand likes already.

I was one of six thousand people.

There was absolutely no mechanism by which he would have?—

A notification popped up.

el_tiburónsent you a message

I was not going to?—

My phone buzzed again.

el_tiburón

see something you like?

I stared at that for a while when the little text sayingmessage readpopped up.

Fuck me.

beachbruja

I was doing research

el_tiburón

yeah?

find anything interesting

beachbruja

not really

your last three posts are sponsored content and it shows

el_tiburón

harsh

what about the most recent one?