Fame was quiet at first.
It didn't kick down doors.
It didn't arrive with sirens.
It slipped in through notifications.
Through invitations.
Through strangers saying your name like they owned it.
Mira noticed it the morning after the summit.
Her phone wouldn't stop vibrating.
Messages from students. Journalists. Activists. Three separate podcast hosts who described themselves as "culturally disruptive."
Leo was already at the café when she walked in, holding her phone like it was radioactive.
"You've broken the internet again," he announced.
"I did not," she said automatically.
"You trended in four different cities."
She froze.
"…I did?"
"Yes."
Adrian, seated calmly at a corner table with coffee he hadn't touched, looked up.
"You okay?" he asked gently.
Mira blinked twice.
"I think so."
She didn't sound convinced.
The problem didn't start with praise.
It started with a video.
