Connor let out a soft "Ah" and reached for the camera. But Broderick suddenly waved his hand like he just remembered something. "Forget it, I'll post it myself. You can go."
Connor stepped out, his usually expressionless face breaking into an uncontrollable grin.
Dragging Leslie into this really worked wonders.
But just as quickly as the smile came, it faded. His brows furrowed slightly.
The hold Leslie had on Broderick... was that good or bad?
Broderick took a few shots, but none felt quite right. He tinkered around for a while before settling on a photo-just his hand and the plate of food in front of him.
He clearly remembered how Leslie used to love holding and gently kissing his hands.
As he was about to send it to her, it suddenly hit him: he didn't have her on
