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This afternoon began with a slowly cooling coffee and beautiful flowers on the wooden table. Bellinors’ Seonghyeon approached with measured steps. Steinwalds’ Ian was already seated, her chin resting on her palm, her face as serene as always, beautiful without trying.

They talked a lot, the atmosphere was never awkward.

Bellinors’ Seonghyeon: “Mau kemana selanjutnya?”
Steinwalds’ Ian: “Ke.. Gramedia biar bisa ket—”
Bellinors’ Seonghyeon: “Ketemu cowok kamu? Hey kita udah kesana kemarin”
Steinwalds’ Ian: “Ya gimana, aku kangen cowok animeku”
Bellinors’ Seonghyeon: “...Photobooth aja deh, I know somewhere yang dekat”
Steinwalds’ Ian: “AYO”

And then, their next visit was an old picture booth with faded curtains. The lights were faint, and the radiance was pleasant. When the door closed, the world felt smaller. Bellinors’ Seonghyeon focused more on Steinwalds’ Ian than the camera. Steinwalds’ Ian feigned not to care, but her gaze always returned to him.

Click, Click, Click.
Three frames were printed.