There’s a little bit of tension in the air between us, but I’m not sure how to get rid of it. It’s been a little while since we’ve seen each other, and I still don’t know why he was avoiding me, and then there’s this lingering thought hanging over my head after reading those Diary messages. If people really care more about my relationship with Drew than the meet cutes, the Diary won’t stand a chance if he ends our fake relationship.

I take a step closer to him, but my hands are shaking and I accidentally bump into him. I jerk away, opting to cross my arms instead, but Drew doesn’t seem to notice.

“Yeah, I thought we could start with yoga and then move on to weight sets.”

I cringe but try to cover it up. I’m grateful he wanted to go out today at all, and the last thing I want to do is offend him by insulting his date plans. “Um, I’m not really into physical activity—”

He laughs, draping an arm around my shoulders. “I’m kidding. I figured we could do a little photo shoot for the Diary.”

My eyes widen at that, my heart speeding up, the tension shattering around us. I’ve never done a photo shoot, and honestly, there are barely any pictures of me anywhere because I’ve always been the only friend in the group who knows how to so much as hold a camera. But this place really is gorgeous, and the sun’s at just the right height, and I love the idea of doing some couple shots. And Drew’s flashing me a smile like maybe he completely forgot our relationship is fake and maybe he actually has feelings for me, and all the awkwardness from before was just in my head.

Drew gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and starts motioning me toward the stage. “Let’s start here.”

“Did you bring a camera?” I ask.

He chuckles. “We’ll just use my phone.”

So we spend the next hour working out poses and taking pictures. He stops a random tourist and asks them to get a few shots of us together, and then we switch, me trying to figure out how to navigate a not-iPhone as he flexes and makes goofy faces at the camera.