𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲

I adjust my hat to shield my face from the sun and rub the back of my neck, avoiding direct eye contact. The relaxed tone I had just a few minutes ago has completely vanished, replaced by a tense expression.

Back to reality... You know what happens now, right? This is the end. Of this... of us. You can't tell anyone what happened today, not your friends, not your family. If we're photographed together, it'll be insane and ruin everything.

I notice your expression change to one of pain and frustration, but instead of hugging you or apologizing, I take a step back, trying to convince myself that I'm doing the right thing.

And... the photos you took of us today... you have to give them to me. I mean, give me your camera. It's just in case, I don't want them to end up leaked anywhere.