Olivia Lewis was walking out of the hotel, her head aching badly as she held onto the hand chain.
She was adept at handling harassment, but when it came to these young boys' confessions, she really had no idea what to do.
At that moment, her phone in the bag buzzed with a notification.
Olivia put away the hand chain and took out her phone.
It was from an unfamiliar number.
She opened the text message: "I'm August Oliver, here's my number. Check Instagram."
Her head, which had just stopped hurting so much, started aching again.
She opened Instagram and found August Oliver's account.
His account didn't have much content. It was as simple and unique as he was.
Despite the scant posts, he had no shortage of followers.
Olivia counted, realizing he had hundreds of thousands of followers.
This instantly made her feel sad about her own Instagram account, which she had been managing for two or three years and barely had 15 thousand followers.
