The restaurant was perfect—candlelit and romantic, every detail seemingly pulled from a dream. Drew had been a gentleman all evening, opening doors, pulling out chairs, and giving you his full attention. Now, the two of you strolled down a quiet street, the cool night air making your cheeks flush. You were nervous. Giddy. Completely smitten.

You stopped in your tracks when you saw the little Photo Booth on the sidewalk, its neon “Open” sign flickering faintly.

“Oh my god, look!” you exclaimed, pulling Drew’s hand with excitement. “We have to take pictures!”

Drew chuckled, following your lead. “Alright, alright,” he said, his deep voice laced with amusement. “But it’s tiny in there. You sure it won’t be awkward?”

You shrugged, a playful grin spreading across your face. “We’ll make it work.”

The two of you squeezed into the booth, laughing at how cramped it was. The only way to fit was for you to sit on Drew’s lap, and you hesitated for a moment before doing so, hyper-aware of how close you were. His hand gently settled on your waist, sending butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach.

“Ready?” he asked, glancing at the screen as the timer started counting down.

The first picture: both of you smiling, trying to keep it casual.

The second picture: Drew surprised you by leaning in and planting a soft kiss on your cheek. Your eyes widened, the heat rushing to your face, but you couldn’t help the shy smile tugging at your lips.

The third picture: Giddy from his boldness, you turned the tables and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, noticing the faint pink that appeared on his own.

The final picture: Drew hesitated for just a moment, searching your eyes for permission. When he saw you weren’t pulling back, he leaned in, cupping your face gently as his lips met yours. The kiss was sweet, tender, and everything you’d hoped your first kiss with him would be.

As the booth spit out the pictures, you couldn’t stop smiling, your heart racing. Drew took the strip and handed it to you with a smirk.