Angel held a single bouquet, while Sam had an armful of flowers.
"Do you think we did a good deed?" Sam asked, still getting used to holding so many flowers.
Angel, casually holding her bouquet as if it were a trivial item, glanced at Sam.
"I don't know, but I definitely didn't buy these flowers out of sympathy."
"I get it. You're just head over heels for and had to buy flowers. To cover it up, you said it was because I called you not sweet enough."
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll glue your mouth shut."
Sam took a deep breath. "These flowers sll amazing~"
"If you like them so much, take them ho and worship them."
Sam looked at the sensitive, rebellious girl beside him.
"I just want you to always be healthy and happy."
"Sure, if you annoy less, I'll be very healthy."
"I'm not always annoying you. Can't you see? I'm full of love for you."
Angel sneered. "I don't see it."
Sam nodded.
Then he looked around at the bustling crowd, took a step forward, and approached a young girl passing by.
"Excuse ."
Sam's sudden appearance startled the girl, making her nervous.
Seeing her reaction, Sam smiled.
"Don't be nervous. I just wanted to ask if you could take a picture of us?"
"A picture?"
The girl clearly didn't expect this request.
Angel, who heard everything, squinted. What was this idiot doing? Did he think taking a picture together would show his love?
"Yes, could you take a picture of and my girlfriend? Please."
"...Sure. But I'm not very good at taking pictures..."
The girl hesitated, worried that her lack of skill might ruin the beautiful mont for this seemingly perfect couple.
Sam smiled.
"It's okay. Just do your best."
"Alright."
Sam handed her his phone.
Then he returned to Angel's side. "What are you waiting for? Let's take a picture."
Angel squinted at Sam. "I don't like taking pictures like this."
She didn't mind taking pictures with Sam, but she wasn't used to posing and making expressions in front of strangers. It felt awkward and uncomfortable.
But Sam nudged her shoulder.
"It's okay. Just one picture. We need to capture mories, or how can we call ourselves a couple?"
"If that's what makes a couple, your idea is too shallow."
"Excuse , are you ready?" the girl holding the phone asked softly.
Sam smiled. "Just a mont."
Then he put his arm around Angel's shoulder, facing the cara.
"How about this pose?"
"I don't like it."
Whether she was being difficult on purpose or genuinely disliked the pose, Angel expressed her dissatisfaction.
Sam lowered his arm and simply held her hand.
"How about this?"
"I don't like it."
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
Sam turned to Angel, squinting.
Angel smiled and looked up. "What do you an, on purpose? You just can't find a pose I like."
Her words sounded strange, but her expression was clearly challenging.
She seed to be deliberately uncooperative, not caring that soone was waiting to take their picture. She didn't care because she could always find top photographers to take their pictures. A random passerby didn't matter to her.
Sam saw Angel's obvious challenge. He smiled.
Then, holding the bouquet in one hand, he turned slightly and reached out.
He gently lifted her chin.
"I know a pose you'll like," he said, smiling into her eyes.
They stood on a busy street, in front of a fast-food restaurant, with the bright sign behind them and mist swirling around.
The scene made the lights look hazy and beautiful.
The girl holding the phone thought this scene was already perfect, like a wallpaper.
But... it seed to be missing sothing. What was it?
Angel squinted at Sam. His playful gesture made her eyes flash with challenge and danger.
"Whether I'll like it or not, if you don't let go, you'll definitely..."
Angel didn't finish her sentence. Not because she didn't want to, but because she couldn't.
As she spoke, Sam's gaze, his face, moved quickly towards her.
The surroundings blurred and darkened, the night sky above seed to disappear.
He no longer used his fingers to lift her chin.
Instead, he cupped her face with his warm hand.
He kissed her.
And Angel... tilted her head slightly, as if ready to receive the kiss, like a natural response.
Could it be that Angel's heart was already adapting to being with Sam?
She didn't feel anger, but rather... a sweet surprise spreading.
Sam's kiss was gentle, not forceful, but Angel had no intention of pulling away.
Was this her preferred way?
No...
She was just cooperating for the photo. This picture should turn out well, right?
"Perfect, so beautiful!!"
As they broke the kiss, the girl holding the phone was wide-eyed, blushing, more excited than Sam and Angel.
She walked over to Sam, holding the phone.
"This is the most perfect picture! Can you send it to ? I... want to use it as my wallpaper."
Sam smiled, letting go of the still-dazed Angel, and took the phone. He looked at the picture and smiled. "Sure."
The girl nodded excitedly.
"Great, I'll add you as a friend..."
At that mont, Angel smiled and said,
"Do you have to add friends to send a picture?"
Both Sam and the girl looked over.
The girl shivered.
For so reason, this beautiful girl was smiling... but why did it feel so cold?
Sam quickly responded, amused. "Bluetooth works too. It's convenient."
"That works too."
The girl received the picture and politely said goodbye.
Angel looked at Sam, who was still admiring the photo.
"You seem good at using this thod to pick up girls. If I weren't here, would you have added her as a friend?"
Sam looked at her, amused.
"Do you think I'm the type to flirt with other girls in front of my girlfriend? Even if you call a womanizer, a womanizer isn't blind. She's not as pretty as you."
"Oh, so you only care about looks?"
"Like you didn't notice my face when you first found ."
"..."
Angel was montarily speechless.
Because Sam was right. It was true.
If it weren't for Sam's face, she wouldn't have been interested in him initially.
"Speechless?"
Sam teased.
Angel didn't respond, changing the subject.
"Let see the picture!"
"Here, I think it turned out great."
Sam handed her the phone.
Angel looked dismissive.
How good could it be?
But the mont she saw it, her eyes were glued to the screen.
The composition was simple: a boy holding a bouquet, cupping the face of a girl holding a rose, leaning in for a kiss.
But the beauty lay in the location, the uncomplicated colors.
The girl in the picture, her cheeks slightly flushed, eyes closed.
And Sam's perfect profile, serious expression, could grace any fashion magazine cover.
The hazy background, the rising mist, the boy and girl holding flowers.
Even the perfect angle.
No filters, no extra edits needed.
It was the perfect picture...
Sam watched Angel's expression.
"So, do you think we should update our social dia profile picture?"
Angel glanced at Sam.
Then she started scrolling.
Sam was puzzled.
"What are you doing?"
Angel squinted.
"Nothing, don't worry about it."
"You're looking through my photos?!"
"Can't I?"
"Even if we're a couple, I have privacy. Wait! Stop scrolling!"
"No way, I'm looking."
"Give it to !"
"In your dreams."
"Don't run!"
Angel, holding Sam's phone, started running while looking through it.
Sam chased after her.
The streetlights couldn't keep up with their shadows. The bustling street now had two lively figures.
Elowen, driving behind them, watched through the car window.
They laughed, played, chased, and ran.
When was the last ti Miss was this lively and happy?
Sotis Elowen felt this girl was a shadow of her mother.
In many ways, she seed to be learning her mother's ways and style.
If not for this scene, Elowen might have forgotten.
Miss was originally a vibrant young girl...
And that boy, just as Madam said.
He was really changing her...
At that mont, her phone rang. She glanced at it and answered.
"Hello, Madam."
"How are they?"
"Very well."
"What do you an by 'very well'?"
Elowen thought about how to answer.
She looked up and saw the boy finally catching the girl at the end of the street.
He held the beautiful, noble girl in his arms, laughing.
In the cold winter night, their breath ford thin mist as they laughed.
Elowen answered softly.
"Miss is as happy as a child..."
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