Bartholomew "Barty" Butterfield adjusted his phone, trying to get the perfect angle for his profile picture. His reflection in the cracked screen showed a man-child with a perpetual deer-in-headlights expression, clutching a slightly deflated inflatable flamingo. "Needs moreā¦ enigma tic allure," he muttered, tilting his head. "Like I'm deep, but also ready for a spontaneous pool party. With... this flamingo." His bio, carefully crafted after an hour of intense self-reflection
