"Ella, can we take a picture together?" Erwin Simpson took out his selfie stick, ready with a thumb-up gesture.
"Sure." Ella Lacey walked over to him, squatting together in front of the dandelions, wearing a standard smile, showing eight pearly teeth.
Erwin Simpson's other hand suddenly came around, holding Ella Lacey's shoulder.
Ella Lacey's centre of gravity instantly tilted towards him—
That's when the photo froze.
It looked just like a selfie of a young couple, both of them beaming, arm in arm, with a small patch of vivid green dandelions behind them, adding a poetic charm.
"Ella, look, my photography skills are not bad, right?" Erwin Simpson handed her the camera.
Ella Lacey awkwardly pointed at Erwin Simpson's hand, "Can... can you let go first?"
She didn't like it when people mistook them for a couple; it didn't feel good at all.
Erwin Simpson awkwardly released his grip, apologizing with a forced smile, "Ella... I'm sorry... that was impolite of me."
