MAYA

"We've been fake dating, then real dating, and somehow we still don't have one proper picture together,” I pointed out, tapping the screen.

His brows drew together in thought. "We don't?" he questioned softly.

"Not real ones," I explained, lifting the camera toward us. "The only photos of us are the ones people keep taking whenever they see us somewhere. I want one that's actually ours."

For just a second, his expression softened into something surprisingly warm. "Okay," he accepted.

I blinked in surprise at his quick compliance. “That was easier than I expected. You don't mind?"

"Why would I?” he countered, tilting his head slightly.

"I don't know,"...