#03 Photograph
Tris yawns and snuggles closer to the warmth that is Tobias' chest against her back. His arm is draped around her waist as he sleeps and she can feel his breath tickling the back of her neck.
She glances at the bedside table. A wooden frame stands, displaying a photograph of the two of them smiling pleasantly with windswept hair and wild eyes.
Before the reformation of Chicago, cameras were only allowed for taking ID photos. Now, people use them all the time.
They took the photo to commemorate their first zip-lining trip together.
Their first photograph.
Tris smiles contently.