I slap his shoulder. “Stop it, McKenna. You’re supposed to be trouble.”
He grins. “People say I bite, but the truth is, I wouldn’t even know how.”
I chuckle as we take position. Tom throws his arm around my waist and hands Cameron to me.
“You take the photo. Longer arms.”
And so I do. The photo rolls out within seconds.
“Oh, this one’s great. Another!”
By the second shot, we’re not really posing anymore. We’re laughing hard, and the photo turns out to be anything but serious. It ends up being just perfect.
Tom pulls a permanent marker from his backpack and starts writing on the back.
“Oh, Tom McKenna, the greatest musician of all time, can I please have your autograph?”
He pushes me away, grinning, and presents me with both pictures.
“You choose.”
I choose the one where we’re still posing. The one where his sapphire-blue eyes are looking straight at me, a collection of pink flamingos in the background. I turn it over to see what he’s written.
Our first photo together. The first of many, and then, indeed, his autograph.
I don’t have words. My jaw just drops on its own.
“Wow,” I manage. “Thanks, Tom. I, uhm… this is nice.”
“Yosh?”
“Hmm.” My eyes are fixed on the pink birds, because looking at him is a dangerous thing to do.
“Can I have your autograph too?”
He presses the marker into my hands before an answer leaves my mouth.
I take the photo where we’re all fun and chaos, already namedOur second photo together, the second of many.
I sign it with my name and a little crystal, because that’s him.
Something bright. Something rare. Something I want to hold in my hands and keep safe.
It’s stupid, maybe. But this is as far as I can go without jinxing it.
I hand it back, fingers touching again, an accident we both know isn’t one.
We slide the photos into our wallets.
“Now we have proof.”
“Of what?” I ask.
“That today happened, in case we are stuck in a loop.”
My lips twitch.
I don’t hate the idea of tomorrow anymore.
