I see the clip immediately and click on the thumbnail. It’s maybe thirty seconds long, just Riggs and me sitting on his tailgate outside the Caroline Street house. He’s in his typical uniform of plaid shirt and work boots, sunglasses perched on his head. I’m wearing a pair of holey jeans and my varnishing mask is around my neck. I’ve got a bandanna tied up in my hair. This was from two days ago. Cam shoves my peanut butter and jelly in my face, and I throw a chip that sticks in his beard … before laughing hysterically as we crash into each other.

Ah. Yes. That’s … very cute.

Underneath, Lorelai wrote:

When your best friend finally, finally gets their person, you can’t help but be happy for them

I swallow hard, but I don’t even bother to hide the tears.

“She is so fucking nice,” I say.

Maren nods. “But don’t tell anyone.”

“Right? It would ruin her carefully crafted bitch exterior, but damn she’s soft.”

“Softer than me, I’d venture. And that’s saying something. You aren’t mad, right?”

I shake my head. “Definitely not. We were out in the open. I even knew she was there. I just didn’t realize she filmed us. She didn’t come up with the couple name, did she?”

Maren snorts, echoing me. “Definitely not.”

I wipe at my eyes and scroll through the rest of Lorelai’s photos, including one from Kevin’s bar the night Cam and I admitted our love to each other. “She has a lot on here. I had no idea she was keeping up with this stuff.”

“She’s definitely gearing up for something, if you ask me.”

There are a few photos of her songwriting posted just this morning. “Interesting, so that’s what she’s up to today.” I scroll around the site. “Should I have an Instagram? Is this something I need to be doing? I mean, instead of Lorelai posting for us, obviously.”

Maren tilts her head, considering. “It couldn’t hurt. You would control what you put out there, which could be a good thing. I would just make sure you close your DMs, and whatever you do, don’t read the comments.”

I hum noncommittally, passing back the phone. Maybe tonight, after I get home, I could post photos of my projects and some behind-the-scenes stuff at the Caroline Street house and maybe even pay back Lorelai a bit.

I don’t need to hide quite so much. I’m proud of everything I have, maybe it’s time I show the world.