“Oh that’s so cute..!” I munch on a fry. “And a little cheesy.”

He chuckles, a playful glint in his eye. He scrolled though his phone, looking for his cute date photos. “They usually like it.”

“I’m sure. Do they get to take one too?” I asked.

“Yeah, sometimes. Oh here they are!” He turns the phone towards me. The photo is of him and a pretty brunette in some night club. He swipes, to another with him and a blonde, colorful drinks in their hands.

I give encouraging sounds, my eyes starting to unfocus as photo after photo goes by. Until one catches my eye, he swipes through it fast but I swear….it looked like me.

I glance at him, his expression seems unbothered and sincere as he tells of his “adventures” with the opposite sex.

Another photo appears on the screen, he lingers on it. The woman is turned away from the camera. Her hair is black, her bag is the same black purse sat next to me.

“Cain, is this me?” I ask annoyed, I’d never seen him even try to take my photo.

“Oh…ah yeah..” He waved it off dismissively. He kept swiping, another with black hair, and another.

All me.

I snatched the phone from his hands, he made a disappointed noise. I scroll through his photos, almost the rest are of me. From behind, as if he followed me. As I walked in my door, as I undressed in my own home. In my house, in my kitchen, in my bedroom.

My face is pale, I felt a tightening sensation latch around my throat. I stood abruptly.

He watched me from under his brows, his expression completely different. His eyes are cool, calculating. A smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth. He raises a hand, gesturing at his phone. I give it back, stupidly.

I grab my purse and turn to leave, the hair on the back of my neck standing.

“See you at home.” He chuckles.