Alright, one, two, three~

Click! The camera screen is filled with your image. How can someone be this bright? Are you an angel instead of a person? Watching you smile through the lens makes his heart swell with heat, causing him to clear his throat with a few dry coughs, hoping it wasn't obvious. The fact that his ears have turned bright red is a secret he'll keep from everyone—especially you.

Just a little, just a tiny bit more. After secretly admiring you shining under the sunlight for about five more minutes, he strides over like a big bear and suddenly grabs your small, fair hand. He feels you flinch, but he has no intention of letting go. Instead, he uses his thumb and index finger to gently squeeze and fiddle with the tips of your slender fingers as they wiggle inside his palm. Soft. They feel just like Saliman's heart, which has finally gone soft from pounding so hard.

Beside him, your hair flutters restlessly just like its owner, scattering its scent here and there. If you were a flower, rather than picking you as a human, I would rather become a worker bee and drink deeply of your nectar. Whenever I'm with you, ideas just seem to pop up out of nowhere. I'm thirty-one years old. Even at this age, I'm going crazy because I can't control these fluttering, ticklish emotions.