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“Isa, what-” said Florence suddenly, turning around in her seat by the fire to look at me as I held up my iPhone to take a picture. She extended a long, pale hand in protest, her precocious eyebrows raised in objection. “You know I don’t like cameras…”
“But cameras like you, Flo..” I said, with a grin, lowering the device for a moment, raising my eyebrows in response. “It’ll be for later. I won’t post it if you don’t want. You just look so cute in your towel and robe…” I stuck out my tongue, and Florence rolled her eyes, the corners of her lips twitching into an involuntary smile.
“Okay, just one.” said Florence, smiling shyly in the dim light.
I snapped the photo and studied it for a moment, a wide smile spreading across my face.
“Well?” chimed Flo, and I did a little dance and skipped to her side, curling into a little ball on the rug beside her chair, facing her, resting my head against her knee. I gazed up at her and thrust the phone screen into the air. She leaned forward and squinted at it for a moment before reaching up to steady my hand in attempt to see the picture more clearly. I bit back a sigh. Florence swallowed, a sheepish smile spreading across her face. She bit her lip and let go, sitting back. “That’s not bad.”
I let my hand fall back to my side, locking the screen as I did so. I lay the phone beside us on the rug and snaked my arms around Florence’s legs, staring into space silently before murmuring, “You’re so lovely, Flo.”
Florence sighed and leaned back in her chair, letting her left hand fall into my hair, lightly stroking it. We were always so comfortably close. “So are you, Iz.. so are you.”