Page 96 of Set the Moment
Angel
Meet in lot C
My brows dip as I read the text. Is she still trying to hide us? Lot C is the furthest lot from the Arts section of the quad where the majority of both of our classes are located.
Sending a thumbs up emoji, I look back down at Artemis—or whatever her name was...
She grins up at me cheerfully.
“Bye.”
I don’t give her time to respond back before I’m making my way to parking lot C and the woman desperate to hide me.
“Well color me gray and tie me to a tree stump, you look mighty fine, Mr. Cupid,” Sienna coos in a horrible southern accent, tilting the cowboy hat on my head.
Catching her wrist, I smirk down at her. “Wear the hat, ride the cowboy, darlin’,” I drawl, smiling as she rolls her eyes before playfully swatting at my chest.
Sienna walks over to a full body mirror a few paces from where I’m standing and turns, analyzing her butt in her reflection.
“Oh hush…Now what do you think we should wear? I’m thinking the denim set and glasses, what do you think?”
I feel relaxed as I watch her through the mirror, slipping my arm around her waist. “Whatever you like…”
Sienna doesn’t give me the time to be dreamy, instead she abruptly turns in my arms and smiles up at me like a mad man.
“Good! You can wear the giant glasses!”
And that’s how I found myself standing inside of a mall's photo studio, taking “awkward couples photos” with the crazy girl.
Granted, this item was on her list…I'd thought she wanted us to take nice professional pictures that weren’t done inside of a mall.
Instead, we stand in a reverse dominant position, staring into a camera in our first outfit. I don’t know what convinced my girl that we should wear stitched sweater vests, but she somehow managed to get me into one. Sienna’s small frame is wrapped behind me like we’re taking prom photos, with her holding my waist.
“I need more seriousness from you, blondie!” the photographer shouts, snapping away at us as Sienna giggles. My lips quirk at the smile only dying down fully when the photographer groans.
We’ve been at this for an hour.
“Show your poker face,blondie,” Sienna taunts, stepping in closer to my back side.
“I liked it better when you called me psycho…had a better ring to it, don’t ya think?”
She chuckles behind me, unraveling her hands from around my waist to poke my cheek.
The photographer snaps a few more photos in this odd outfit before we change into the fully denim one with glasses from earlier at the store. This outfit reminds me of a bad jeans ad with awful stitching and actors.
Sienna’s southern accent from before is back in full force as she orders me around, positioning me to her heart’s desire. She pokes and prods at everything and even musses my hair, claiming it adds more “ummph” to the pictures, or whatever that means.
All I know is that I’m here and doing whatever this woman wants me to for however long she’ll keep me around.
“I love you, Heart, but my goodness you’re stiff.” She frowns, yanking my arms back and forth as my heart swells. Hearing her say she loves me will never get old.
Grinning, I quip, “Not the only thing that’s stiff,” as she gags.
“Eugh! That was gross…I’m going to make a jar for all of your little douchebag comments,” she tuts, running a hand over her slicked back hair.
After a few minutes of pushing and pulling me every which way, Sienna positions us to where her back is to my chest. She makes me hold my head over my fingertips, and I feel like I’m a toddler at a dance competition. The pose is awkward to say the least. As she mimics it under me, I place my chin on her head.
“Don’t move…This is perfecto!” the photographer exclaims, snapping away as Sienna snorts.
