Convincing Sam to attend the photo booth was a jackpot. You assured him that this was the only thing you needed from him that day. He agreed, albeit without showing the proper zeal.

You were walking down the street, it was a fine sunny day, people around were talking noisily, you were even lucky to meet street singers. It was charming, but only for a second. You've already found yourself at the photo booth, having paid for a few photos.

This damn room was pretty cramped, otherwise there was about five centimeters of free space. Sam let out a defeated sigh, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. "You haven't changed your mind?" he asked quietly, looking into your eyes, that puppy dog face was driving him crazy.