![]() ![]() As far back as she could remember, Hannah had been hunkered down in headphones, her face buried in song lyrics. Leave it to her sister to wax poetic about a record store after too much to drink, instead of an ex-boyfriend or a crush. “You should have seen this little record shop, Pipes,” Hannah said around a sip of wine. ![]() Would he laugh at her captions? If this Instagram feed was his glimpse into Piper Bellinger’s life, would it override the real-life impression she’d given him? Now she was going to spend the next three days wondering which pictures Brendan looked at and what he thought about them. Maybe Hannah had a point about social media having too much ownership over her thoughts and enjoyment. What if her lack of modesty turned him off? Did he create a profile just to follow her? How did she feel about Brendan looking at her plethora of side boobs and booty? Even her most modest pictures were kind of provocative. “Brendan followed me.” She tapped his profile and choked. ![]() Automatically, she tapped her notifications. Piper applied a filter before swiping over to Instagram. Thanks to four glasses of wine, many attempts were made to get a non-blurry picture of Piper before an adequate one was selected. Essentially an altar at which to worship the social media gods. It Happened One Summer Chapter-12: They visited the winery first.īrendan was right about Piper loving the selfie spot-damn him-a jewel-toned wall painted to look like stained glass, vines crawling up the sides and wrapping around a neon VINO sign. ![]()
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