That same morning, Leo came back from his run, headed straight for the kitchen and drained most of a bottle of water in one go, but that did little to quench his thirst.
He pulled out another bottle and drank another half, and it was only then that he felt it was enough.
After that, he set the bottle down and walked to his couch, where he'd left his phone the previous night and then the first thing he opened was his Instagram.
He needed to satisfy his curiosity.
"How many is it now?" he thought as he clicked on his profile, and a second later, the lines appeared.
1.1 M
"Okay, that's getting ridiculous now," he muttered as he stared at the number.
Last night it had been around eight hundred and thirty thousand when he'd checked before bed.
At the time, even that had felt absurd.
Now another three hundred thousand people had apparently decided they wanted to follow his life overnight.
