"What's wrong? Who's been bothering you?" Charlotte Shaw tilted her head, her gaze gentle as she looked at Felix Preston on the screen.
Felix Preston propped his phone up on the table, then suddenly whipped out a piece of A4 paper from beside him, shoving a freshly printed photo right up to the camera.
"Who is this man?"
"..." Charlotte Shaw was dumbfounded.
The A4 paper showed a copy of the photo she had just put up as a private post, visible only to a select few. But now, Felix Preston had blown it up, printed it out, and even circled the other man's head with a red marker.
It had all the makings of an interrogation.
"Little Preston, what on earth are you doing?" Charlotte Shaw was stunned for a few seconds before breaking into a laugh.
But Felix Preston couldn't muster a smile. He held the A4 paper up to the camera as if it were proof of Charlotte Shaw's guilt. "Who is this man, and why isn't he looking at the camera during the photo? Why is he only looking at you?"
