The darkness shrouded them as much as possible when Corey tugged the curtain closed after he joined her inside the secluded photo booth. Avery smiled at him, their faces haloed by the light from the screen placed in front of them. Even in the dim lighting, she thought she could see that his cheeks were flushed.<br/><br/>Corey stated that he was ready after Avery asked, still looking somewhat nervous, but somehow also ready to step up to the plate and try for a homerun. At the question about which was first, Avery’s grin seemed to grow a little wider. As she contemplated for a moment, she bit at the edge of her lower lip, almost absently.<br/><br/>“Let’s do serious first, just to get it out of the way.” She suggested. “And then we can do silly.” She went on, her voice lowering just a bit. “And we’ll save sexy for last.” She finally whispered. Avery turned to the machine again, clicking the button to start and leaned in a bit closer to Corey. “Okay, so your best serious face,” she reminded him as the countdown began.<br/><br/>3, 2, 1… flashed on the screen, and then the word: smile! But instead, Avery looked almost pouty, making sure that her lips were not curved at the edges at all, and instead, a flat and serious line.