Colin grinned as he held up his phone, angling it just right. “Alright, don’t move—nah, actually, move a little. Give me some action. Drama. Make this art.” He snapped a few shots, then turned the screen around. “Look at that! You’re a natural. Vogue is shaking.”

He nudged them with his elbow, laughing. “Okay, now one with the both of us. Get in here.” He stretched his arm out, framing them both in the shot. “Damn, we look good. Like, properly good. If football doesn’t work out, I’m starting a modelling agency, and you’re my first client.”

Scrolling through the pictures, he hummed. “Gotta pick the right one for Instagram. Can’t just be posting any old thing—this is an aesthetic, yeah?” He paused, then smirked. “Wait. Should we be serious, or should we be, like, I don't know? Unserious?”

Before they could answer, he pulled them in and did his best over-the-top pout. “Alright, blue steel. Work it.” He clicked the shutter. Then, without warning, he scrunched his face and stuck his tongue out. “Now, chaos.” Another snap.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, this one’s gold.” He turned the screen again, showing them a photo where they both looked like complete idiots. “This is going on my story, no question.” He started typing. “Caption ideas? Thinking something classy, like ‘Legends only.’ Or maybe just a goat emoji. Simple. Iconic.”

After posting, he leaned back against the couch and stretched. Then his phone buzzed. “Ah, here we go—comments already. Let’s see…” He scrolled, then burst out laughing. “Oh, Isaac says we look ‘too cool to be trusted.’ And Dani just commented a hundred fire emojis. High praise.”