The Night of the Sunflowers

Suddenly, an arm snaked around Emma's waist from behind, pulling her into an embrace. As she turned her face, she saw him whip out his phone and snap a selfie!

 

Just like that, with her mouth agape and a look of utter surprise, their selfie was captured.

 

"Couldn't you wait until I had a chance to compose a less foolish expression?" Emma extricated herself from Damien Sterling's embrace and steadied herself.

 

"It's all the same anyway," Damien muttered, peering down at his phone at the image of Emma with her mouth agape.

 

"What do you mean 'all the same'? Are you calling me silly?" Emma glared at Damien, her irritation palpable. "You're the silly one!"

 

"What's the purpose of this photo, anyway?"