"Wow, Ava, I didn't really think you would be into something like this," Sam admitted as he led them inside the bright photo booth, "Especially the themed ones."
His girlfriend gave him a pointed look, her hand squeezing his just a little tighter than necessary, "Hush, dork. Has it ever occurred to you we haven't taken any pictures together since we started dating?"
Sam knitted his brows together and tried to recall their recent outings as a couple. The beach, the amusement park, the museum...they never asked anyone to take a picture of the two of them? And he guessed pictures with the rest of the gang didn't count...
"Then I guess this is our chance, then," Sam smiled, eagerly taking a seat onto the red plastic seat, "But I don't think this little seating arrangement is going to work out."
"Huh? What do you - ah!" Ava let out a small cry as he pulled her into his lap, latching his fingers onto her jutted hip bone.
"Yeah, this is much better," Sam chuckled, nuzzling his face along the soft skin of her neck.
She scoffed at his words, but made no attempt to wiggle out of his grasp. In fact, she even sighed a little, leaning into the soft kisses he ghosted across her exposed shoulder, "One of the pictures have to be normal, you know. Can't go off showing the world a bunch of hot make-out scenes."
"Oh, you could," Sam snickered into her hair, "Everyone would be obviously jealous though. Cute boy that can't keep their hands off you? I know I would be."
He could practically hear her eyes roll above him as she picked out four quarters from her pocket and dispensed them into the slot, "You just better make these look good."
"I promise," he whispered and a few seconds later, he felt her hand move to his jawline, guiding his lips towards her own. A content sigh escaped him as she grabbed a fistful of his hair, pushing him as close to her body as possible.
Flashes of light penetrated his vision and he knew that they probably only had a photo or two more before the booth time was done and the pictures dispensed. But with her lips on his and the faint taste and smell of strawberry lingering around them, he could really care less.
Besides, he could always get the next round. She'd get her picture eventually.