eileen was seated at a table in one of radcliffe’s dining halls. it wasn’t at all ideal. a small, two-seater in a sea of tables, where she was alone amid the hustle and bustle of the prime lunch rush. she would have much preferred to be seated off to the side by the wall or in a back booth, somewhere more secluded. positioning her computer just so, to where she was confident nobody at a distance could see the screen, she logged onto social media. only, the account she logged into wasn’t her own. it wasn’t anyone’s, the person didn’t really exist. a product of eileen’s vengefulness and some believable photos she was able to pull from somewhere online, it was primarily for the purpose of snoop on people who’ve slighted her, though it was occasionally used for slightly more nefarious purposes. she was in the middle of punching a name into the search bar, faux display picture in full view, when she sensed a presence behind her. it was possible they hadn’t noticed her computer, or even meant to be so close to her, but she had already panicked. she quickly closed her laptop and whirled around. “personal space, please. you’re practically on top of me,” she snapped. @ozdemired