NovelXXXChapter 379 The girl in the leather jacket shot them both a sly grin. "Oh, I get it, I get it. You two aren't officially together yet, huh?" Before Citrine could say a word, the girl plowed on. "Sis, your boyfriend's photography skills are amazing-seriously, this guy must have a degree in it or something." She leaned in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "By the way, mind if I ask where you found your boyfriend? I'd like to get one for myself." Citrine just stared, momentarily speechless.
Sebastian looked equally thrown.
Even the leather jacket girl's boyfriend, Balaam, seemed to bristle. Did she think he was invisible? Citrine's eye twitched. She turned to the girl and deadpanned, "He only sells retail, not wholesale, so I have no idea." That did it-Sylvia Watkins burst into laughter, nearly choking.
"Oh my god, are you for real? You are way too cute." Tears of mirth sparkled in her eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSebastian watched the scene unfold, the corners of his mouth lifting in amusement.
Still chuckling, Sylvia's interest was clearly piqued. She leaned forward. "Hey, I'm Sylvia, and this is my boyfriend, Balaam. What's your name?" Citrine answered, "Citrine Carmichael. And this is Sebastian." For sreason, Sylvia found herself instantly drawn to this pretty, straightforward girl. She whipped out her phone and asked politely, "Can we exchange contacts?" "Sure." Citrine didn't hesitate, pulling up her QR code.
With that, the distance between them disappeared, and they felt more like old friends than new acquaintances. Sylvia was a natural at making friends. After they'd connected, she waved Balaam over to move their stuff next to Citrine's, and plopped herself down beside her.
"Citrine, I'm honestly jealous you've got a boyfriend who can take decent photos." Sylvia scrolled through Citrine's pictures with clear admiration. "You have no idea what I look like in my boyfriend's camera roll." She shot Balaam a fierce glare. Balaam swallowed hard, wisely keeping his mouth shut. After all, the evidence of his "crimes" was all in his phone.
Citrine looked dubious. "Seriously? That bad?" Sylvia, with her sharp features and undeniable charisma, seemed the least likely person to take a bad photo. Citrine couldn't even imagine what Sylvia meant by "that bad." "You'll see for yourself." Sylvia heaved a tic sigh, then held out her hand. "Balaam, giveyour phone." Reluctantly, Balaam surrendered his phone.
Without missing a beat, Sylvia opened his gallery and began showing Citrine the photographic disasters one by one.
The first picture: Sylvia's hair was parted right down the middle, her tall, statuesque figure weirdly compressed so she looked more like five feet than five- eight.
The second: Sylvia's face was washed in an eerie green light, straight out of a horror film.
The third: No Sylvia in sight-just a blurred, ghostly smear that could have been a person. Maybe.
By the end, Citrine could only stare in disbelief.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"... Honestly, these are even worse than I expected," she managed.
Sylvia, wounded for the second time, glared at Balaam with mock outrage.
"Balaam, I swear, one day I'm going to murder you." Just then, a sharp scream echoed across the venue, drawing everyone's attention for a moment.
Despite their brief acquaintance, Citrine and Sylvia had left a good Sylvia had impression on each other.
As they were leaving, Sylvia clung to Citrine's arm, reluctant to sayo m goodbye "Citrine, can we hang out again sometime?" "Of course," Citrine replied with a smile. She genuinely liked Sylvia.
Delighted with her answer, Sylvia suddenly remembered Citrine mentioning she was studying at m Crestwood. "Hey, which university are you at? I'll cvisit you when I'm free." Citrine replied casually, "Crestwood University." "What? Crestwood University?!" Sylvia stared at her, so shocked she nearly bit her tongue.
"Did I hear you right?" She swallowed, still in disbelief.
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