aced. She hadn't clicked it. She hadn't even said yes. The app was baiting her. And then $500 landed in her account. No note. No explanation. Her vision blurred rent, bills, medicine, and

it live." "$1,000 if she confesses." The number flashed on screen, a donation alert blaring quietly under the table. Ama's heart thudded. One thousand dollars. Just for one push. She leaned in, voice dropping. "Tomi... don't make me beg. I know you've been into someone. Just say it. We're friends. You can tell me." Tomi's eyes widened. "Are you" Her gaze darted to the phone. Realization hit like thunder. "Ama. Are you streaming this?" Ama froze. Words stuck in her throat. Tomi's chair scraped back. "You promised. You swore!" The chat screamed with excitement. "Caught in 4K!!" "LMAOOO this is gold." "MAKE HER CONFESS. DON'T LET HER LEAVE." Ama's pulse pounded. She could stop. She could apologize. She could shut it all down. Instead, she blurted: "She has a crush on Daniel. Remember him? The guy from her office. She told me last month. Isn't that cute?" The café went silent. Tomi's face drained