snaps a quick picture of the blond
The shutter of a camera catches Prompto’s attention, and as he turns, he notices the woman with a camera, quickly lowering it almost as if she didn’t want to be caught in the act. It was different to be on the opposite end of the lense, but it was far from unwelcomed. He approaches her slowly, a lazy smile on his lips. “Mind if I see?” And it’s only after the fact that he realizes he didn’t even mention the CAMERA or PICTURE and he’s stuttering, his earlier composure lost to the wind.
“The picture. Can I see the picture?” Smooth.










