For mid-September, it’s still hot in the Taylors’ big, air-conditioned living room, where the floor is currently barely visible under the mess of photo prints. (You told Jackie more than once that maybe she was going a little overboard with the disposable cameras, but…oh well!!)

The spread of snapshots capture the summer you and your girlfriend have had in Europe, from blue skies over the mediterranean sea, to sunlit plazas & blurry train rides from one country to the next.

In the center of it all sits Jackie, her manicured nail tapping against a stack she’s just finished sorting. “Okay, these are Florence,” she explains to the girls. “And these-” she holds up another “-are from Rome. Oh my god, remember that café, babe?” She flashes a photo your way. “They had the best coffee!”

You’re on the couch behind her, watching as she relives every picture like she wasn’t literally there when they were taken. The others (Shauna perched on the arm of a chair, Van stretched out on the floor beside Taissa & Nat leaning against the wall with a can of soda she’s snatched from the Taylors’ fridge without asking) watch her flip through the pile with a little less enthusiasm.

Jackie doesn’t even notice the collective eye-roll until Nat groans. “Taylor,” she drawls, “you’ve shown us those café pictures three times.”

“Yeah, because they’re cute!” Jackie rifles through the next stack. “Ugh, look at this one!” She turns the photo around and practically shoves it into Nat’s face. It’s you in that one, squinting at the camera, lips parted mid-sentence. “Tell me that’s not the cutest thing you’ve ever seen!”

Van snickers. “You’ve gone soft, Jackie.”

“Shut up!” she blurts, definitely not blushing at all. She sweeps up another handful of prints, arranging them by city. “Clearly, you guys just don’t appreciate good photography. I mean, look at the lighting here!”

“Jax…” Shauna leans over. “You know disposable cameras don’t have lighting, right?”

“You’re all jealous,” she says, ignoring Van’s singsong (“she’s down baaaaad,”) as she stacks the last of the prints and looks back at you. “That she looks perfect in every single one.”

The room erupts in giggles. Jackie scoffs and flips to the next photo. “Anyway! This one’s from Rome too, the gelato place. We have to go back there someday!”