“Really? Well, it’s certainly true..!” Olive eyes looked downwards at her camera, letting her delicate digits grip onto the device as she raised it upwards from its previously slung position. “Now that we’re on the subject of pictures.. If you’re not bothered, how would you feel about me taking a picture of you?”
:: “A-Ah-- A picture? Right now??” Honestly, Milla didn’t mind one bit if her picture was taken, but this was so sudden that she didn’t even feel prepared. Maybe she didn’t need to feel prepared anyway. Flattery; flattery was all she needed to feel at the moment, right?
“Aha... Okay-- Sure! Uh, should I pose a certain way? O-Or somethin’...?”













