Alright, one, two~

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 dry cough. Hopefully, it wasn't obvious. The fact that his ears have turned bright red is a secret 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 firmly grasps your small, pale 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 your slender fingertips as they wiggle inside his palm. Soft. They feel just like Saliman's heart, which has finally gone soft from thumping so hard.

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