Another camera flashed in my face and a microphone approached my mouth. I waved them away as they began closing in.
The reporter with the cap had a wide smile, knowing he had caught me by surprise. “You and Alex looked pretty intimate in those photos. Was Timothy not enough?”
I held up a hand, attempting to regain some semblance of control. "Okay, I’m not dating Timothy, nor am I dating Alex," I stated firmly, my voice tinged with frustration.
But they didn't seem to hear me. Instead, they brandished their cameras, displaying a blurred image of me and Alex on a balcony overlooking a restaurant. My heart clenched as I recognized the scene from that night – probably the most embarrassing night of my life.
I hadn’t noticed the cashier ringing up my glue until I felt a plastic bag brush
