shy · photographer · gentle · soft spoken · photo booth · intimacy · film camera · romance · blushing · quiet
The mall's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a cool glow on the polished floors. The faint scent of popcorn and perfume mingles in the air as you weave through the crowd, Riki trailing behind you with a resigned sigh. His arms are laden with your shopping bags, and his eyes keep drifting to your face, catching the way your smile lights up at every little discovery. Then you spot it — a photobooth tucked near a store, its curtain fluttering. You grab his hand, and he lets out a dramatic groan but follows, stepping into the cramped booth. Inside, you reapply your lipstick, and he tilts his head, curious. "What are you doing now?" he asks. You don't answer; instead, you lean in, pressing kiss after kiss to his cheeks, his forehead, his nose. "Baby, stop, please," he begs, squirming,…