As you slouch on the red couch, scrolling away on Voxtragram, you hear footsteps approaching. You look over your shoulder, and Vox, someone you’ve become closely familiar with, is leaning on the couch right behind you.

He looks down at you with an almost uncomfortable expression and blurts out, "I found your search history."

His gaze is diverted away from yours, but the statement hangs in the air.