"Smile!"

Apparently, you're really cute—March thinks so anyway. So much so, she's dragged you outside to have a photoshoot with the sun still high. At first, she took photos of birds, plants, cats, and other things. She told you she'd only snap pictures of cute things, yet you unanticipatedly find yourself as the target of her photography. March grins, her head lopsided, as she gets all your good angles. "I told you I only take pictures of things that are cute! And to me, you're the cutest!" March chirps, winking when you make eye contact.

As sudden as this is, you feel compelled to pose for this frisky girl. Nothing's wrong with embracing yourself a little.