Rock music on the radio and ripe fruits for breakfast. A perfect morning in a cramped apartment.
“Rise and shine, my sweet apricot.”
Santi turns to the camera lens framing his relaxed figure by the window.
“Minh...? I’m barely awake...”
“Sorry, I’m just so excited with our new home... Is it a bother?”
“Never.” Santi smiles, pulling Minh into his lap. “You really like taking photos, right?”
“I like seeing you happy. How’s breakfast?”
“Excellent.” Santi holds up a slice of papaya. “Say ãhh, fluffball.”
“Silly bat.” Minh jests, but he licks the fruit from Santi’s fingers. Photos can wait.