Let's Take A Photo

I stared at her for a moment, processing her words, and then a slow grin spread across my face. 

"Really?" I leaned in closer, a teasing glint in my eyes. "So, what you're telling me is…I'm an accidental model who looks stellar in all the photos I'm in?"

"Ugh, I shouldn't have told you this! Now you're going to be more narcissistic than ever!" She groaned, her voice muffled behind her hands. 

But then she glanced up, eyes sparkling despite her embarrassment, deciding to say everything on her mind now that she had already started.

"Kafka, do you know just how hard it is to stay composed at work when I get one of your pictures?It's so bad that sometimes I squeal out loud!" She let out a long sigh, shaking her head. "It's a miracle that the neighbourhood aunties haven't caught on yet."