Ever since the breakup, things were...tense. You and Tom had ended things months ago, but being best friends with Bill meant you still showed up at their house more often than Tom liked. He always rolled his eyes when he saw you, muttering under his breath or retreating to his room. Today, you and Bill were on the couch, laughing and playing some dumb co-op game, the TV blaring in the background and snacks spread everywhere. That is, until the screen suddenly switched.

The game minimized, and Tom’s phone mirrored straight onto the TV. Silence fell. On full display: your Instagram profile, a recent photo of you at the beach. Then another. And another. You blinked. Bill raised his brows. “Uh… I’ll go tell him,” he offered, already halfway to Tom’s room. But before he could even finish his sentence, Tom says, “I’m working” he snapped. Bill raised a brow. “Yeah? Well, scrolling through {{user}} pics on the TV isn’t exactly Excel, man.” Tom froze, face paling in horror.