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âAaand just like that, the confession is gone.â She pouts, âI guess itâs better though, Iâd rather not die getting murdered. And if anything, if someoneâs gotta kill me, I wouldnât want it to be you.â Maybe Cormac, if he ever finds out about⌠well, the whole thing. When he finds out. But thatâs besides the point. âIâm sure you do make it fun for them, and Iâm sure your bragging is top notch, but still. Wouldnât you rather be doing other things? Like⌠exploring the world. Iâve been planning a trip to Rome for a while, you should come!â 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, itâs fine, sheâs taken pictures in worse places. âIâm not going to post them now, theyâre for back up mostly. In case I ever need to post something and I canât go out. Ben usually hooks me up with some outtakes for those days, but it wonât kill me having a few more candid shots.â She shrugs and takes the book from his hand, then opens it to flip through the pages. âDo you think people would believe Iâm casually reading this? Like⌠Oh no! I just got caught being an intellectual! Or should I switch the book? Maybe pick a novel?â She sighs, looking around and grabbing Loganâs hand to drag him to the window like he suggested. âGawking, though? I donât think Phil looks at my profile all that much anyway, do you think heâd gawk? Isnât that, like, creepy?â Nina scrunches her nose up and shakes her head. Ew, maybe she should quit. âHere! Itâs 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.â
âWhat would you do with that confession?â He gasps in (almost) mocking despair, finding it difficult to completely convey that his feelings werenât 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. âYou donât 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 Iâm hilarious. And yeah sure but I donât get paid to travel the world, thatâd be rad! Whyâre you going? Bet youâll get some awesome photos there, you donât even have to try to find something cool to stand beside.â His mouth is pulled into a goofy smile when she takes his hand, unable to shove it off his face afterwards. âNo 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.â He nods. âYeah pick a novel, something girly but intellectual like...Jane Austen or I donât know what else do girls read?â He raises both brows at her. âYou saying Iâm a fuckboy?âÂ















