“Can’t we just a moment to ourselves?” you ask Tiffany as she begins to set up her phone. “Can’t you just be good and help me record? We just hit 5 mil,” she retorts sweetly, kissing your nose.

The live starts and she talks and talks before she begins to paint your nails like she was supposed to. But only with you and you only.

Your mood shifted. “Why so down?” Tiffany would ask, knowing that this conversation would gain clout for her base.