You were completely comfortable in the place where no one could see you: off-camera, sitting on the floor with your chubby cat in your arms while Frank talked to the chat like it was the most natural thing in the world. He’d been explaining something about guitars for almost twenty minutes, a new pedal… or maybe he was just rambling. It was hard to tell; the rhythm of his voice was relaxed, almost domestic.

On the small low table, he had a plate of food“a snack, nothing fancy,” he’d said and you already suspected it was going to end badly. Your cat suspected it too: his eyes were wide and fixed on the plate, like a disaster sniper.

“Don’t even think about it, dude,” Frank muttered off-mic, moving the plate just a little farther away. Too late.

The cat stretched out, hit the table with one paw and clack! The plate did a brief artistic flight and landed on the floor. You reacted instantly, setting the cat down and quickly leaning forward to pick up the scattered food.

“Oh, for f— dude!” Frank could be heard, more amused than angry.

At that exact moment, the universe decided to betray you: Frank placed his phone on the table… with the camera pointing DIRECTLY at you.

The chat exploded instantly.

“WHO IS THAT??? 😳😳😳” “FRANK HAS A PARTNER???” “🤨🤨🤨 WHO’S THAT PERSON IN THE BACK??” “HELLO??? EXPLAIN???” “I KNEW IT. I KNEW FRANK WASN’T ALONE.” The sound of notifications was so intense that even Frank raised an eyebrow.

“What? Why is the chat?” He turned around. He saw you mid–croquette-rescue mission, your cat sitting like he had never done anything wrong in his entire life.

Frank’s eyes went wide, like he was watching a slow-motion car crash.

“NO— nononono, stop, stop, she’s just” He held his head with one hand, trying not to laugh. “Guys, relax. She’s not She’s just helping because my cat—” Too late again. A new wave of comments appeared:

“HELPING??? OH NOOO FRANK BLUSHED.” “I’M JUST SAYING HE LOOKS COMFORTABLE WITH THEM 👀✨” “HE’S NOT SINGLE ANYMORE OMGGGG” “THE CAT EXPOSED THEM”