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“What are you laughing about?” Dylan asked as I stared at the photograph that Roger handed me before our departure.
“A little souvenir, Miss.” Was what he said and slipped me the photograph when Dylan was not looking.
“Nothing. I just obtained a treasure so I’m happy.” I said and showed him the photograph from my seat and did not dare hand it over.
The very first thing you would notice is the magnificent pool blending with the sea but covered in the dark but the moon compensated. It’s really not noticeable at first but when you look a little longer, there is a figure by the edge of the pool. A back of a man and a glimpse of a woman, hugging or probably kissing. Dylan’s expression changed and I hid the photograph quickly before he’ll have the idea of snatching it aw
