Appreciated
Avery's Point of View
The night wasn't over yet.
After dinner, habang papalabas kami ng resto, hawak-hawak ko pa rin 'yung bouquet of red roses. I could still smell the faint perfume of the petals, sweet and intoxicating, parang constant reminder ng lahat ng nangyari ngayong gabi. My phone buzzed inside my purse, and without thinking, I pulled it out.
On instinct, almost as if my heart was controlling my hands more than my brain, I lifted the camera and snapped a picture of the bouquet front and center, Elliot's silhouette blurred in the background, the glow of the resto's warm lights framing him.
Soft launch.
I posted it straight to my IG story before I could chicken out. Walang caption, walang emoji, just the photo. Bahala na. Kung may makapansin, then so be it. They
