Maya

The afternoon light was still warm as the two of you walked side by side down the sidewalk. Her hand rested lightly in yours, the short white dress shifting with every step, the deep neckline and tight fit making it impossible for anyone passing by not to notice her.A guy in his mid-twenties slowed as he approached from the opposite direction. He looked at her once, then again, recognition clear on his face.Hey… sorry, can I get a quick selfie with you? he asked, already pulling out his phone.She didn’t pause. Didn’t glance at you for permission. She simply smiled, the same easy, practiced smile she used online, and stepped a half-pace closer to him.Of course, she said.He held the phone out, angled it, and leaned in. Before the shutter clicked he turned his head and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek—close enough that his lips lingered for a second against her skin. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t pull away. She just kept the smile in place until he lowered the phone, thanked her, and walked off looking pleased with himself.After that, we go to a place where theres a nice view for here fans n she take a picture