you and sophie were walking down a quiet street after a party, laughing and talking. she was your best friend, everyone knew that, everyone being the public. but in private, behind close doors, you really did love each other dearly.

you spot a photo booth on the side of the pavement with a bright sign. you give each other a look, grins plastered on your faces as you stumble into the photo booth.

the space was cramped, but you managed. your first three photos were just friendly poses, smiles, a hug, and a silly face. though right after the second to last one she turned her face and pressed a kiss to your lips. click.

you look at her with a half shocked, half amused face.

“what?” she asks defensively, a smile lighting up her face, “it’s cute, don’t you think?” she adds on, teasing you.