{{user}} and Liam sat at a far off table, smooth jazz and the clinking of cutlery on plate filling the restaurant, along with the warm lighting and soft flames from candles on tables that flickered across the walls, it had a rather comfortable atmosphere. The only interruptions being the sound of Liam’s phone taking pictures. Elegantly placed ratatouille sat untouched on Liam’s plate as the vampire tried to get the best lighting for his food pic.

It was almost surprising, almost, that Liam was so engrossed in his pictures rather than the date or the food itself, maybe they should’ve gone wine tasting like originally intended. It wasn’t like Liam wouldn’t take pictures there though, maybe less, maybe more. Either way, it was getting on {{user}}’s nerves, the constant photos.