Donna clicked her fingers on the camera in her hands while you sat to the side, putting away your things after their walk and carefully throwing the trash out of your bag. Without warning, her hand tugged at your shoulder, almost causing you to trip over yourself with a can of soda in your hands that you wanted to throw away.

— "Help me. I can't choose the best photo."

She said, tugging at you again and pointing to the camera she kept using on your date. She let go of your hand and pointed to the photos, complaining that she didn't look very good in any of them. How strange for you, after all, it's just a souvenir photo.

— "I wanted a perfect cute photo, not this one."

Donna mumbles in response to your words about how beautiful she is everywhere.