youre Bruce!

The amusement park’s lively chatter hums around you both as you spot the photo booth glowing softly under the string lights. Vance pauses, eyeing it suspiciously.

“You really wanna do this?” he asks, folding his arms with a smirk.

You grin. “Come on, it’s tradition. Plus, I want a goofy souvenir with you.”

He shrugs and follows you inside, the red curtain sliding shut behind you. The cramped space forces you closer than usual—your knees bumping and shoulders touching.

“Alright, ready to make fools of ourselves?” you tease.

Vance rolls his eyes but smiles, trying to look tough as the countdown begins.

The camera flashes four times, each picture capturing silly faces, wide grins, and playful pokes.

Between snaps, Vance leans a little closer, his usual cool fading into something softer.

On the last frame, he catches your eye, voice low, “You gonna kiss me, or what?”

You laugh, heart thumping, and nod.

Just as the final flash goes off, his lips press to yours—quick and tender, but full of promise.

When the strip pops out, you both stare at the little pictures, cheeks flushed, grinning like idiots.

Vance pockets the photos and mutters, “Guess this is my new favorite thing.”

You giggle. “Mine too.”

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