As soon as Hector pulled out his phone, he opened Flinch, a popular streaming app known for gamers, influencers, and the occasionally mentally ill. He held the phone at just the right angle, his confidence radiating as the screen went live.
Standing in the middle of the road with his gold chains glinting under the streetlights and his grin as wide as ever, Hector seemed oblivious—or perhaps indifferent—to the curious stares of passersby.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen!" he declared, his voice rising above the sound of traffic. "Welcome to the Hector Factor stream!"
Inside the G-Wagon, Don glanced back, his eyebrow arched in amusement. "The Hector Factor?" he asked, his tone one of disbelief.
Tori groaned and pressed her palm against her forehead, shaking her head. "I've told him a thousand times it's a dumb name, but does he listen? No. No, he doesn't."
Outside, Hector was too engrossed in his stream to notice—or care.