His eyes narrowed. "Why?"
"To ruin your dignity now."
He chuckled darkly, letting me drag him forward. "I'll give you five minutes. Then I'm owning that booth."
"Oh, we'll see about that."
The photo booth was tiny.
Too tiny.
Kael looked at it like it personally offended him. "This feels… childish."
"That's the point," I said, dragging him in. "Now get in before I change my mind and go with that guy over there who has better arms."
"You're lying," he said, ducking into the cramped space beside me, shoulders brushing mine. "I checked."
"Shut up."
The curtain closed behind us and we sat down. Kael was a statue.
I glanced at him. "Why do you look like someone shoved you into a coffin?"
"I don't do photos."
"You don't do fun, you mean."
The screen in front of us blinked: 5… 4…
I had a split second to act.
Without thinking, I reached up and grabbed his face, literally squishing his cheeks between my palms and forcing him to look at the screen.
"Smile, robot."
