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“Aaand just like that, the confession is gone.” She pouts, “I guess it’s better though, I’d rather not die getting murdered. And if anything, if someone’s gotta kill me, I wouldn’t want it to be you.” Maybe Cormac, if he ever finds out about… well, the whole thing. When he finds out. But that’s besides the point. “I’m sure you do make it fun for them, and I’m sure your bragging is top notch, but still. Wouldn’t you rather be doing other things? Like… exploring the world. I’ve been planning a trip to Rome for a while, you should come!” Nina grins and nods, looking around for a good spot to take a picture in so she can pretend this was her plan all along. Maybe a corner in the back, it would be a lot prettier if this place was organized by color rather than alphabetically but, sure, it’s fine, she’s taken pictures in worse places. “I’m not going to post them now, they’re for back up mostly. In case I ever need to post something and I can’t go out. Ben usually hooks me up with some outtakes for those days, but it won’t kill me having a few more candid shots.” She shrugs and takes the book from his hand, then opens it to flip through the pages. “Do you think people would believe I’m casually reading this? Like… Oh no! I just got caught being an intellectual! Or should I switch the book? Maybe pick a novel?” She sighs, looking around and grabbing Logan’s hand to drag him to the window like he suggested. “Gawking, though? I don’t think Phil looks at my profile all that much anyway, do you think he’d gawk? Isn’t that, like, creepy?” Nina scrunches her nose up and shakes her head. Ew, maybe she should quit. “Here! It’s pretty, you were right about the window. You should try photography, maybe Ben can give you some lessons. Loads of fuckboys on Instagram take a few lessons and call themselves photographers anyway so they can shoot pretty girls in beaches and stuff.”
“What would you do with that confession?” He gasps in (almost) mocking despair, finding it difficult to completely convey that his feelings weren’t a little hurt. Though he did have a fairly fragile ego when it came to her opinion. He bought his shirts in a similar colour to one she once complimented, as far as he knew she could have been joking about that too. “You don’t sound like you believe me --come on I explain things simply, I even found some memes to pair with my explanations. High school kids think I’m hilarious. And yeah sure but I don’t get paid to travel the world, that’d be rad! Why’re you going? Bet you’ll get some awesome photos there, you don’t even have to try to find something cool to stand beside.” His mouth is pulled into a goofy smile when she takes his hand, unable to shove it off his face afterwards. “No I mean like...admire yeah not in a creepy way. But I mean I bet you have followers that do it in a creepy way too.” He nods. “Yeah pick a novel, something girly but intellectual like...Jane Austen or I don’t know what else do girls read?” He raises both brows at her. “You saying I’m a fuckboy?”









