
It started oout simply enough. Just a dude and his plaid and his dog and a lady in a cute sundress whose animal seems way more interested in wht's happening over there.

ANA NO. AAACK. DON'T DO IT.

ANA IT HAS TO COVER YOUR NOSE. Oh my God, child. If you're not going to commit to it then WHAT IS THE POINT. TRUST ME, we still know it’s you under there.

Oh, I see, is the point to pretend to make out while you are masked?

Ten years from now, Ben will walk morosely over to the piano he bought just for these photos, and lift them up one by one. He'll peer closely at each, a rueful grin threatening the corners of his mouth, then set each one down again. "Wow," he'll breathe into the empty room. "We really did look like total dillholes."
