"Sexy stories," Kiley pointed out. "At least you're not dead in them." She stuck out her tongue briefly and then popped the chip into her mouth. "Maybe whoever wrote it isn't creative enough to make up their own characters. Maybe someone is writing out a fantasy they have. Me dead and you and Lennon fucking. Maybe someone is really bored here. Lennon is good looking, but you're hot too and you're friends. It makes sense to use you both." It didn't really bother her, because it wasn't real. Kiley didn't see it as some foreshadow into the future.
She wiped her hands on a napkin. "Someone probably put the picture out so someone would find it and embarrass you and Lennon. And whoever wrote it. Would that really surprise you here?"