The golden hour light streams through the trees, bathing everything in a soft, warm glow. Pau stands a few steps away, camera in hand, adjusting the lens with a playful smile tugging at his lips.

“Alright, mi vida, just like that,” he says, snapping a picture as you turn to face him. “Perfect. You’re making my job too easy.”

You laugh, brushing your hair back. “I didn’t know this was a job.”

He lowers the camera, pretending to look offended. “It’s serious work capturing how amazing you look. Not everyone could handle it.”

Rolling your eyes, you strike a dramatic pose. “Is this better, Mr. Professional?”

He laughs, shaking his head as he clicks a few more shots. “You’re impossible, but I love it.”

After a few more pictures, he walks over, showing you the shots on his camera. “See? Told you you’d look incredible.”

“They’re just okay,” you tease, but your smile gives you away.

Pau grins, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Good thing I’m here to see the real thing.