Picture Perfect

Torin

"Smile. You look constipated." Celeste urged.

"I'm smiling." I tried to not roll my eyes at her.

"It's not quite a smile." She tilted her head, examining me clinically. "Think of something that makes you happy."

Instantly my mind thought of Nadia, and the way she squealed when I kissed her. Somehow the photographer apparently found it satisfactory because he said "That's the one" with genuin