"Come in."

Sabrina made her way inside.

Tyrone latched the door and proposed, "Just ask. Do we need to observe formalities?"

"Could I take a picture of you and upload it?"

Tyrone grew slightly jittery. He moistened his Lips nervously and questioned, "Take my photo and upload it?"

Did she happen to see Galilea's post?

“Bob inquired in the car if I was single because he wants to pursue me.

I told him I had a boyfriend, but he wasn't convinced. I'm worried he won't leave me alone. I just want him to back off from an uncomfortable situation. Don't worry. I won't expose your face."

Initially, there was this man obsessing over Sabrina every day. Later on, it was Tyrone who had him reassigned.

Hearing this, Tyrone promptly consented, “Okay, how do you propose we proceed?"

"I'd prefer a more intimate picture. It's believable."

"Alright."

“Okay, so I'm nestled in your arms, with your arm around me. Can I take a selfie capturing your jawline with my phone? Is that okay?"

“Absolutely. Let's take photos on the bed."

The two of them positioned themselves on the bed and struck a pose.

Sabrina snapped a few shots and eventually selected a pleasing one.

Her face dominated the center of the picture. A man in a robe was visible next to her, half of his chest, collarbone, and neck on display. Only his jawline was captured, his face remained unseen.

"This one's quite good. I can't upload it today. I'll post it in a few days."

If she shared it today, her colleagues would immediately think of Tyrone.

“Sure.”