By the time Anna stepped out of the bathroom, her phone was already lighting up like fireworks.
Her post, just a simple one had exploded. Hundreds of likes, dozens of comments, and her follower count climbing by the minute.
"Should I grant their request? They seem too eager to know me," she murmured, half amused, half flustered.
With that thought, she grabbed her phone, hurried to the window, and stretched out her arm toward the sky. The soft evening light bathed her skin, giving it a pale, golden glow.
Click. Click.
Anna examined the pictures for a moment, biting her lip thoughtfully before choosing one. Her hand looked delicate, her skin fair, her wrist slightly curved as if reaching for the clouds.
"Good enough," she whispered and uploaded it with a short caption—
'Here you go.'
Within minutes, her notifications blew up again. Likes. Comments. Shares. People went wild over a picture that didn't even show her face.
