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“Check your Instagram.”
I pull my phone out of my back pocket and click on Instagram.
“What exactly do you want me to see here?”
“Your followers.”
I turn back to the phone screen, looking at my number of followers.
“Holy shit!”
My eyes go wide as I stare at twenty-one thousand followers. I’ve never had anything higher than five hundred followers on any social media page. How did this happen?”
“And look at this. They’re not fake.” Elena hurries forward. “They’re engaging in your posts and stuff. Videos from yours speech at the rebranding party has over thirty five thousand views.”
“Wow,” I breathe. “This is crazy. Ian handles my social media.”
“Well he’s doing a really good job.”
I turn back to my phone screen, staring at the numbers. It takes a serious amount of time and energy to improve a social media account’s visibility within such a short period of time. That just shows how much work Ian is putting into my business. He’s way more invested in seeing it succeed than any other person.
I should thank him.
With an even wider smile, I turn back to Elena. “I have to go somewhere. I’ll be back.”
“Wait what?” she stares as I walk over to the living room. “Where are you going?”
“Just… I have some business to take care of. I’ll be back in thirty minutes.”
I hurry to my car, driving off before she can object.
I pull into the driveway of Dylan’s house just five minutes after I left Elena’s. Ian’s definitely here. He hasn’t left since he came back from his travels. Initially, I thought it was because he missed his best friend, but it’s because of the problem with his mom. Dylan’s car is nowhere to be seen, which is exactly what I expected. He’s still at Jessie’s and will probably go to Elena’s from there. This would give me enough time with Ian. I rearrange my hair and adjust my clothes, before walking up to the porch. Taking a deep breath, I knock on the door. It swings open a few seconds later and Ian peeks out.
“Lee-Lee?” His lips curl up into a smile. He peeks his head out the door, looking into the open street. “What’re you doing here? Dylan said you guys have a family thing.”
“Yeah, we do.” I nod.
We both stay silent for a moment and he steps back. “Come on in.”
“Thanks.” I walk into the living room. Taking a seat on one of the couches, I stare at him as he sits beside me. He’s wearing a plain gray top with tight sleeves around his bulging muscles, and a loose black sweatpant. I drag my eyes away from his body fixing them on his.
“I saw my Instagram page today.”
“Oh?” He nods.
“I haven’t checked for a while, and today…” I trail off. “Over twenty thousand followers.”
“That’s one of the most important aspects of the business…increasing your online visibility.” He shifts in his seat, facing me squarely. “Now you don’t have to wait for customers to come to your shop before deciding to buy something. They can look through your page and send you a DM. Social media is the evolution of business. You just have to use it well.”
“Thanks, Ian.”
“You’re welcome.” He flashes me his signature smirk.
“No. I mean, for everything, you didn’t have to do any of it, but you did, and my pastry shop has become way better, because of that.”
“Well,” he shrugs, “it’s no big deal.”
“It is to me.”
