“You’re so excited,” he mutters, his face flushing just a little. “Now I’m nervous.”
I pout, slouching back against the seat. “Fine, I’m not excited. Just tell me.”
He rubs his eyebrows, then reaches into the side of the door and pulls out something. He hands it to me and it’s a small camera, my eyebrow lifting. “Take it,” he says.
I take it from him, flipping it back and forth as he starts the car. “What’s this for?”
“What do you use a camera for, Allison?”
“I don’t know…” I shrug. “Taking photos… but I quit photography ages ago.”
He steals a glance at me as he drives off. “You just need to take photos of all the dresses you like today. Nothing serious. What do you say?”
A smile tugs at my lips. Honestly, this might be the most low‑key, cluelessly cute date I’ve ever had as a colle
