Weakened || A Seth MacFarlane AU

Chapter Three: Confidential

A few days passed and though she thought about Seth a lot, she was still continuing on with her life. She had no real choice in the matter. If she didn't manage to land something soon, make a deal with someone, she was going to be out of money. The catering side job she'd taken to just barely afford a place in L.A wasn't doing much for her. Her savings were draining and in another few months, she wasn't going to be able to afford the place she was renting. She was hoping that it wouldn't actually come to that but she really had no idea with the way things currently looked.

As she was arriving home from work that day she got a text message. It was from a number she didn't recognize at all and it said, simply:

What's your Instagram?

She laughed and replied that she didn't have an Instagram and whoever this was could just fuck off already. Then she put her phone in her pocket and walked up the three floors to her crappy apartment in one of the least nice neighborhoods where she had ever lived. By the time she got to her fridge her phone went off again and she pulled it from her pocket. Maybe she should have blocked this idiot when she'd had the chance.

I probably should have clarified that it's Seth

At that point she felt stupid, in fact, she nearly dropped the phone but recovered quickly because she couldn't afford another one if anyone happened to the one she already owned. It probably would have benefited her to actually look at the business card he had handed her when they'd gotten off of the elevator but she had thought he was just being nice. Since she didn't give out her contact information to anyone other than people who she was connected to in the business (or personal friends) she should have drawn the connection but she hadn't. Now she just felt like an idiot.

I'm sorry, Seth. I thought you were just some random guy who got the wrong number but I really don't have an instagram. She wrote, which was the truth. She'd never seen the point of social media and she really hated pictures of herself.

What about Twitter?

Can I ask why it matters?

Want to know who to tag in the picture I took. People are asking.

She paused for a moment and remembered that he had taken a selfie with her in the elevator. If memory had served right she had told him not to post it but she'd also said a bunch of stuff to him that she'd meant as a joke and it was debatable if he thought she was joking or not. To be fair to him, he legally owned the picture and could do what he wanted with it, but that didn't mean she wasn't annoyed. She quickly got onto her phone and downloaded the Instagram app then made herself an account, mostly just to see his account and what the picture looked like.

It was the last thing that he had posted on his account, but it didn't seem like he posted every day either. In all honesty, despite the fact that she looked like a complete wreck in the photo she also kind of looked cute. Either that or her mind was playing tricks on her because it was a picture of her and Seth and he always looked adorable. She smiled, stupidly, then got another text from him.

Did I lose you?

Sorry, I was making an account really quick. I'll give you a follow so you know who to tag. She texted back. She had used her own photo as a profile picture, one that she had already chosen for possibly future promotional reasons and then made the account private. After that, she followed him and set her phone down on the counter. She went to the fridge to get herself a can of coke. By the time she'd opened it and had a few gulps her phone was buzzing again. The notification said that macfarlaneseth was requesting to follow her. She confirmed it because there wasn't any way she was going to deny that and walked over to her couch to sit down.