Joseph was fixing his hair in the mirror, mumbling something about how it “never stayed flat,” while she leaned against the sink, slipping on her earrings.

“You’re taking longer than me,” she teased, nudging his side with her hip. “And that’s saying something.”

“Excuse me,” he said, dramatically adjusting his collar. “Looking this good is hard work.”

She laughed, reaching over to ruffle his hair just to annoy him. He groaned but caught her hand, holding it against his chest. “See? Sabotage.”

“Fine, fine. Let’s just take a mirror pic before we go.” She lifted her phone, and Joseph immediately leaned in, wrapping an arm around her waist like it was instinct. The picture snapped—her smiling effortlessly, him pressing his cheek against her temple with that crooked grin.

“Cute,” she whispered, showing him the photo.

“Send it to me,” he said, stealing a quick kiss to her cheek before she could protest.

She hit a couple of buttons, meant to save it, and didn’t notice until a few minutes later—while they were grabbing their jackets—that her notifications blew up.

Joseph peeked over her shoulder at the phone, his eyes widening. “Tell me you didn’t just—” Her mouth dropped. “I… posted it. On my story.”

The comments and DMs were already rolling in: “ARE THEY??” … “Wait, this looks like couple energy 👀” … “CONFIRM ALREADY!”

Joseph laughed so hard he nearly doubled over, while she tried to hide her face in her hands. “This is your fault!” she groaned.