"I know it looks a little childish," I said as we stepped into the colorful photo booth where we could pick any theme we wanted. "But there's no such thing as being too old to have fun."
Lando didn't really complain—or maybe he just didn't get the chance to—because I had already paid for it with his credit card. Well, technically, he was the one who insisted on paying for everything whenever it involved the two of us anyway.
There were five photo booths, each with a different color theme, but I picked the pink one. Why? Because it looked cute, and honestly, it matched the whole date vibe.
Holy crap, I kept calling it a date now.
[Because it really is a date, Host.]
I ignored the system's teasing voice and helped Lando walk toward the booth since it would be impossible to take pictures together if he stayed in his wheelchair.
"Let's use this." I stood on my tiptoes to put a fuzzy tiger hat on his head, then slipped on a bunny-eared one for myself. "Here, hold onto my shoulders."
