I felt the tension building within the room as my words settled between us. I would think anybody could gather that we knew one another from the amount of photographs of the two of us that were stored within my phone. There were so many, it was evident we shared a substantial history together. But Aria’s eyes narrowed.
“Really?” her voice was accusing. “Or have you been using photoshop to make it look that way? Even AI can be used in that way now, can't it? It isn’t like you can’t find pictures of me if you know where my social media is.”
If her look was not so angry, I may have laughed, with how ridiculous her idea seemed. Did she really believe I would go to the effort of sitting and creating so many pictures of myself and who she believed was a virtual stranger to me? I mean, yes, I
