After I posted the blurry photo. “That’s my mate’s boyfriend.” I typed then deleted then posted the next one anyway.
Tag: instagram
Posted the wrist, the drink, not the face. Three people guessed wrong. The right one liked it anyway. Delulu works.
Meant for Mia. Landed in the flat chat. Full recap of who did what in the disabled loo at Fabric. Sophie reacted with a single thumbs-down. Silence after that.
Worked the door at a private members thing in Mayfair, then somehow ended up in my kitchen at five. Mia took a photo. I told her to delete it. She didn’t.
Told Sophie I crashed at a cousin’s. I was three streets over with a man whose Instagram I still can’t find. Mia wants payment in the form of me doing her laundry. Fair.
He said the light was better at his. It wasn’t. The pictures were though. I posted two. Cropped his face.
Didn’t know he had one until the request popped up. She watched it twice. I left it up. If he wanted privacy he shouldn’t have taken me to Soho.