As they wove back into the heart of the night market, Kira's eyes lit up as she spotted a faded, battered photo booth tucked between a candle stall and a woman selling handmade earrings.
She stopped walking so abruptly that Derek nearly walked into her.
"No," he said, reading her face.
"You don't even know what I'm about to say."
"I know exactly what you're about to say, and the answer is no."
She was already pulling him towards it.
The booth was designed for two average-sized people. Derek was not average-sized by any definition. He folded himself into the small seat with the pained dignity of a man doing something deeply beneath him, his knees almost touching the opposite wall, his shoulders filling the entire frame.
"This is undignified," he said.
"You look great," Kira said cheerfully, climbing in beside him and removing his hat. "Look at the screen." She leaned towards the screen to set the timer.
