Jose Floyd followed behind Nicole, looking at her silhouette, and responded with two simple words: "No difference."
Nicole's body paused for a moment, her expression a bit unnatural. She quickly resumed her pace, heading towards the photographer.
The two stood in front of the photographer, waiting for him to take their picture.
"Now that you have old age makeup on, take a close look at each other as you age. When your looks have faded, will you still feel the heartbeat and amazement as you did when you first met?" the photographer asked.
Jose Floyd and Nicole looked back at each other.
Nicole recalled Jose Floyd's earlier response, her cheeks flushed a little, and she smiled faintly, wrinkles blossoming on her face. "Jose Floyd, do you think we'll still recognize each other decades from now?"
Jose Floyd looked at Nicole, "Without separation, how could we forget."
