Before the words were even out of my mouth, Tristan stepped inside without hesitation. The first person he ran into was Hudson, who flashed him a bright smile. "Are you a friend of Marina's? Come eat with us."
Tristan pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, said nothing, and sat straight down. Hudson brought over the pancakes. Just as I was about to take a bite, there was a click. He had snapped a photo and was beaming at the screen. "Hehe, so cute. Can I post this, Marina?"
The picture was of him, me, and the pancakes. I was used to this by now. He loved photographing me and loved taking pictures with me. "Every moment with you is worth recording," he always said.
I had asked him once, "But why post them?"
He grinned. "I want everyone to see I'm chasing you. That way the girls w
