I can't keep myself talking to him in the eye. It's been 15 minutes that we are inside the museum and I really don't understand what this girl is talking, discussing or explaining to us. I'm busy thinking what should I do to hide from him. I don't want him to make fun of me that I feel uncomfortable with him, now.
"Zyrus?"
"Huh?" I didn't make an eye contact.
"She asked if you can take a picture of us."
"Huh?"
"I must be famous, people love to take a selfie with me." I heard him giggling.
I feel relieved that I'm not with him in the picture and the one who will captured them.
"Sure." I grabbed the camera to his hand and walk five steps away from them.
"Isn't too far?" The girl asked me.
I shook my head. "The background is too good to be cropped and this angle is nice, it gives balance between the two of you.
I said and take many pictures as I want. I didn't know Ren can be like this. Just by looking at him he's making this fragile heart beating non-stop.