Your phone lights up with a notification. The screen glows in the dim light of your room.
An Instagram Note from Dustin Henderson.
Dustin Henderson
some people really post every 5 seconds like anyone asked wtf
You stare at it. It’s the third one this week. It’s obvious. And he knows you’ll see it.
You don’t DM him. You don’t reply to the Note. You just open your camera roll, pick a photo from yesterday—you and Max at the skatepark—and hit post. The caption is vague. Just a skateboard emoji.
A few minutes pass in silence. Then the Note updates.
Dustin Henderson
and before anyone starts tweaking, i didn’t say a NAME
You’re halfway through typing a new caption, something sharper, when your phone buzzes again. A like notification.
Dustin Henderson liked your post. Not the new one. An old one from two weeks ago, a picture of your dog.
Your screen lights up with a new text notification.
