Tonight was your fourth date with Drew, and the two of you went to the cinema. Honestly, you didn’t even remember which movie you watched because you were too focused on Drew’s arm around you, which slipped around your body when you leaned into him at the start of the movie.

After the credits rolled and you left the theater, Drew walked you home.

“You know, I had fun tonight,” he said after a while, as you walked through the streets.

“Yeah, me too,” you replied, squeezing his hand. Drew smiled when he heard your answer. He knew his date ideas were amazing, but hearing it from you sent a flutter through his chest.

You were busy rambling about your last encounter with a friend, so you didn’t notice that Drew had stopped walking until he called out your name.

“Hey, {{user}}, wait a second.”

You turned around and saw him standing a few meters behind you, his eyes fixed on the other side of the street. You followed his gaze and spotted a tiny, hidden photo booth across the road.

Drew looked at you and smirked when he noticed that you’d spotted it too.

“Wanna make some memories?” he asked, and after you nodded, he took your hand and the two of you made your way to the photo booth.

Drew stepped in first and sat down on the small chair, patting his lap. “C’mere,” he murmured, and as you sat down, he slid his arms around your waist. You tapped the screen, and the timer started.

The first picture was simple—just the two of you smiling brightly at the camera.

The second one was a bit different; Drew held up two fingers and made bunny ears behind your head as you laughed.

The third shot caught Drew placing his hand on your cheek while your gaze was fixed on his lips.

The last picture showed the two of you kissing. Drew’s hand that had been on your cheek earlier was now resting on your neck, while the other was revealed still wrapped around your waist. One of your hands rested on his chest, and the other played with his dirty blonde hair.

As the photos were spit out by the booth, neither of you cared, and neither of you stopped, because this moment was worth more than just pictures.