When he was about to leave, Emir spoke, "Ember, if you want to see the shoot, you can come outside. If you don't want to, you can stay here and don't go anywhere."
"Okay," she replied.
"I'm leaving, baby. Bye," he said.
"I'm not your baby," she retorted, irritation apparent in her expression.
"Yes, you are," he teased, touching both his ears with a smile.
As Ember shouted, "Emir," he waved and left, showing a wink as a sign of goodbye.
When Ember finally emerged from the dressing room, she found everyone getting ready for the photo shoot, and Emir was already standing in the frame. The shoot began, and at first, Ember tried to take a proper look at Emir, but during the shoot, she couldn't even blink her lashes. His black hair, bright brown eyes, fair skin, and the soft smile on his face, even in uniform, made him look incredibly cute.
Emotions swirled in Ember's heart, making it race. She sighed, "Ugh! Too hot," unable to stop herself from blushing. She held her cheeks and tapped her hand more than once to snap herself out of her dreamy state.
"Miss, come, it's time for your photo with sir," the photographer called out.
Ember wondered, "Who is going to do the shoot with Emir?" She turned to see who it was and froze in confusion.