anger quickly welled inside her. "instagram?" she asked incredulously, hurt and ferocity showing on her face. "instead of helping me like you said, you're using me to fucking—aestheticize your feed? suck my ass."

he was rather taken aback, but he knew she would have a strong reaction to begin with. "yes, and no. the photos show very obvious things about your location—"

"SON!" a voice boomed, both of their eyes frantically traveling to the door where sooman stood, arms crossed. "what's going on here...?" he inquired suspiciously, raising his eyebrow as the pair looked at him like deer caught in headlights.

well, shit.