Ghost on his phone just scrolling until he had encountered the “people you may know” on Instagram. Just some recommended accounts. Thats when he found your account… from high school.

A part of him felt like he should have left it alone, but he couldn’t stop himself. He went through your photos of you with your friends, you at parties, and of you holding drinks and clearly drunk out of your mind. A smirk pulled on his lips before he sees you walk in.

“What’s up, {{user}}?” He asks.