“found one!” walker exclaimed, his face lighting up as he pulled a five from his wallet.

you and him were strolling hand in hand when he spotted a photo booth. he had nudged (forced) you into the crammed space with many excuses.

he kept saying he needed a new profile picture since his hadn’t been changed in months, needed to make a new photo dump for his instagram—probably with another bland, one worded caption.

but, it was obvious that the boy was just trying to find an excuse to be closer to his girlfriend.

he shoved the five into the slot, the screen lighting up with a small countdown.

“okay, okay, smile,” he said as he wrapped an arm around your waist, leaning into you a bit. it flashed, clicking a picture, before a second countdown came up.

this time, as it clicked, he leaned over and placed a kiss on your cheek. after, the countdown for the third picture came up, and he had this stupid grin on his face.

“my turn?” he asked, tapping a finger to his cheek, before moving it to tap his lips instead, “or here’s good, too.”