His arm is slung casually across the back of her chair as she leans forward animatedly to tell her story; when she leans back, his arm drops to rest around her shoulders, pulling her close. While listening to the other conversations at the table, he leans over often to smell her hair, or place a kiss on her temple--her smile widens every time.
Later, they snuggle closer and snap silly pictures of themselves on his camera phone. Together they choose one to be his wallpaper.
I feel ridiculous, jealous of a teenaged romance.
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