like adults.”
“Yes. That’s what I’m trying to arrange.”
“It doesn’t say pretend we’re twenty-two.”
Her mouth tightened with amusement. “You’re disputing the pose?”
“I’m interpreting intent.”
“You wrote the rules.”
“And I remain concerned about compliance.”
I propped the phone against the bicycle rack and set the timer. Elise leaned against the wall, preparing the familiar expression she used whenever a camera required something from her. I walked back, stood beside her, and turned toward her instead of the lens.
“You’re ruining the composition.”
“I don’t think copying the
