I post the flower photo to my story with no caption—just that little sparkling filter I like and the soft background music of a piano instrumental. Then I follow it up with a short video clip of the river, the sun flaring over the current. The kind of stuff that looks like peace, even if the peace is temporary.
Damn, I just realized now I have four Instagram stories in 24 hours. That's new. Still won't beat Felix though. He posts like an influencer. Maybe he is. He said he got sponsors few times.
By the time I lower my phone, Theo is sitting beside me again, stretching his legs out under the bench like a cat soaking up sunlight.
"Did you always want to be a director?" I ask, the question slipping out like a stone skipping water.
He hums, eyes still on the horizon. "Not always. At first, I just liked watching movies. All kinds. Indie, arthouse, garbage romcoms. But something happened when I was fifteen."
"What happened when you were fifteen?"
