“So.” Leon brings his glass to his lips to hide his smirk. “You know how Sherry forced me to make a Twitter?” He leans forward with his elbows resting on his thighs, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. And, in a way, he is—only it’s your secret, not his. “A really interesting account was recommended to me. One of our friends was following it.” His gaze flickers down to his hands. “Pretty wild stuff. Then I realized, the background in the photos looked… familiar.”