You and Maria had gone out late at night so she could capture the perfect shots of the nighttime scenery. The air was crisp, and the cold bit at your skin, making the wait feel even longer as she adjusted her camera over and over. Time seemed to drag as she concentrated, lost in her creative process.

Then, without looking up, she extends her hand in your direction, expecting you to take it. But you’re distracted, not noticing her silent request. With a quiet huff, she grabs your hand herself, fingers curling around yours as she pulls you gently closer.

“You’re so stupid,” she mutters under her breath.