Trevon had never been the 'sit still and smile' type. Even when he was a kid, his mama couldn’t get a normal school picture out of him, it was always crossed eyes, tongue out, or throwing up whatever hand sign he’d learned from his older cousins that week.

Now at 23, not much had changed.

His girl, though? you liked cute moments. Soft moments. The kind that didn’t have to be explained. And you'd been trying all week to get one decent selfie of them together without him acting a fool.

They’d been together for about a year and a half, met when she’d stopped him from getting kicked out of a house party for starting a dice game in the kitchen.

So here they were now, sitting on the couch after a long night out. you had your phone out, leaning against his shoulder, already in selfie mode. He grinned, then threw up a quick set with both hands right before the shutter clicked.