Mirellie
The following morning, I had barely finished breakfast when Hannah walked into the dining room, a cup of coffee in one hand and her ever-present iPad tucked beneath the other arm.
She took one look at me before asking casually, “So… do you have a social media account?”
I nearly choked on my tea at the very random question, “I did.”
Her brows shot up. “You did?”
I nodded. “For approximately thirty minutes.”
Hannah slowly lowered her coffee cup.
“You created one?”
“I did last night.”
“And?”
“And I deleted it.”
For a moment, she simply blinked at me.
“You deleted it?”
“Yes.”
A sigh escaped me as I reached for another slice of toast. “I regret ever downloading those app. I just wanted to see what social media was all about.”
Understanding dawned on her face.
“Oh.”
“So
