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As one of Galar’s most prominent supermodels, Nessa was used to playing up her best angles.
With practiced ease, she could toss her hair over her shoulder or give the cameras a sultry look or pull her lips into a pretty pout. Her Y-Comm profile was always full of flawless makeup, perfect poses, and –
“Nessa?” She was met with the sight of Milo’s sunny smile. “Are you gonna take the picture?”
With a nod of her head, Nessa angled her Rotom phone and pulled her body flush against her boyfriend’s. She snapped tons of pictures before changing up the angle every once in a while. After capturing at least a hundred shots or so, she began sorting through them.
The sight of herself in a cute bathing suit with Milo’s arms wrapped around her waist was a welcome one. Her dark hair, streaked with blue, was pulled atop her head in a bun, and she had a slight smile playing about her lips as her eyes met the camera.
Beside her, Milo looked wonderful in his board shorts and swim shirt. He wore a cheery grin with patches of sunscreen swiped across his cheeks. Nessa had managed to coax him into removing his sun hat for the picture so tufts of his soft pink hair fell before his green eyes, and she thought he looked adorable.
“Do you ever stop smiling?” Nessa asked with a laugh, swiping through her photo gallery.
With a sheepish shrug of his shoulders, Milo lowered himself onto a reclining chair by the side of the pool. “Rarely.” And it was true. He was never usually seen without a smile, and she liked that about him. “Besides,” he looked up at her, beaming, “I’m always smiling when I’m with you.”
Eyes leaping from her screen to his face, Nessa fought against the way her heart was melting inside her chest. “Milo…” She began touching up a few of the photos by slightly altering the lighting. “That’s… That’s very sweet of you.” When she’d finally finished posting her pictures, she lowered herself onto his lap, tossing her arms around his neck.
“You looked great in those photos, Nessa,” Milo admitted, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re the prettiest girl in all of Galar.”
Tucking her legs up onto the chair, Nessa relaxed against his chest, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. There were no other people here at her private pool. It was just the two of them, alone.
Compliments were Milo’s love language, and Nessa was still learning to speak it just right: “And you’re the kindest, cutest guy I’ve ever met.”
“I… Nessa…”
If she’d had her Rotom phone out, she would’ve snapped a picture of the elated smile on Milo’s face right then and there. It would’ve broken the Y-Comm for sure.
But, even so, Nessa knew that she’d treasure the memory of him here in her arms forever, with or without a picture to commemorate it.