Hazel: You look fine.
Dominique pressed a hand against his chest, his face showing exaggerated disbelief.
Fine?
Just fine?
He had spent several minutes finding the perfect angle, adjusting his expression, and making sure the sunlight highlighted his best features. And all she could say was fine?
Dominique: Fine??? Hazel, I sent you a masterpiece.
Hazel: Then frame it.
Dominique couldn't help laughing.
He shook his head, looking at the screen with an amused smile. Honestly, Hazel had a remarkable talent for ruining his dramatic attempts at receiving compliments.
He typed another message.
Dominique: You're so difficult to love.
Hazel: I didn't ask you to.
Dominique's grin widened.
He leaned slightly against the nearby table, his attention entirely occupied by the conversation. Rather than feeling offended, he seemed to be enjoying every second of it. In fact, her blunt replies were precisely what made teasing her so entertaining.
