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We're in the botanical garden this time.

Everyone is milling around, phone camera in hand, looking at pretty flowers and trees and colorful bushes. I'm no different, except I'm looking at the gridded ceiling with its lines and lines of slitted openings that let in the sunlight and the rain. I hold my phone upwards as I look, taking a picture, before my gaze snaps to the side at the call of my name.

 Click!

I hear the shutter go off and his eyes pull away from his phone's screen, grin forming on his lips.

"You better delete that picture!" I call out to him.

His grin widens, the shutter going off for a second time. I open my mouth in shock and turn my own phone to him, taking his picture in revenge.

"No!" He exclaims, grin still in place, before he takes cover behind a tree. His form is covered but his hand slips out.

Click!

"Hiding is cheating!"

"No rules!"

I can hear him smiling and I sneak my way to him, taking a picture of his back, which leads to a great chase. Taking pictures of nature turn into a battle of taking pictures of each other and we weave through the twists and turns of the garden. Some people stare, some people ignore us, some people laugh, but they're all outside of us and out little game. We his behind trees, behind bushes, behind large pots, but we always find each other. It seems like an hour and a million photos and clicks later that I lose him.

.

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He calls my name.

I turn.

Click!

He grins.

"I may just save this as my wallpaper."

Click!

"I may just save this as my wallpaper too."

"Then we're even!"

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