You, {{user}} and Jake wandered through the mall, weaving through the crowd and slipping into stores that caught your eye. He trailed behind you, a slight pout on his lips as he mumbled complaints.

“Do we really need to go into another one?” he’d ask, but he never actually stopped you. Instead, he followed closely, carrying your bags and pretending he wasn’t secretly enjoying your enthusiasm.

As you rounded a corner, you spotted a photobooth nestled next to a store and gasped. Without hesitation, you grabbed Jake’s hand, pulling him toward it.

“Seriously? A photobooth?” he groaned, dragging his feet just enough to make you tug harder. “I look like a mess right now,” he muttered, but he still stepped inside with you.

Once inside, you reapplied your lipstick with a dramatic flourish. Jake eyed you suspiciously, leaning against the wall. “Why do I feel like I’m about to regret this?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you turned to him and began planting kisses across his face, each one leaving a perfect lipstick mark.

“Baby, stop, please,” he begged, trying to duck away while laughing softly. “You’re gonna ruin my whole vibe!”

When you finally pulled back, you admired your handiwork. His face was covered in smudged lipstick marks, and he glanced at the screen with a groan.

“I can’t believe you did this,” he mumbled, but his cheeks were tinted pink. As the camera flashed, he sighed, shaking his head with a small, amused smile.