I stood frozen, the warm muffin in my hand suddenly feeling like lead. The photo was high-resolution; too high. Someone had been standing right across the street, or maybe just outside the shop window. It caught the exact moment Mark had leaned in, his hand brushing mine. From that angle, with the reflection of the morning sun on the glass, it didn't look like a friendly gesture from a kind waiter. It looked intimate. Ethan was in the dorm, I left him there, so who could possibly do this?
“Did he leave so quickly?” I thought.
The caption was a jagged blade.
“Spotted: The Drip Queen leaving a local chip shop with a friend .Looks like she's moving fast.#SterlingDrama"
I tried to check the profile of who made the post but there was no photo or trace to who it was. I felt a hot, prickling
