Chibuzor set his phone on the side table, leaning casually against the wall, radiating that calm command he always carried. "First pose is simple. Sit on the couch, lean slightly into each other, and act like we're having a private conversation. Quiet intimacy."
Olaedo snorted. "So… basically fake everything we're not."
"Exactly," he said, unfazed, and the small chuckle that escaped her was half amused, half exasperated.
They positioned themselves carefully. Just enough lean to look natural, not so much that it became awkward.
Chibuzor tilted his head toward her, his gaze soft and attentive, while Olaedo rested her hand on the cushion between them, pretending to share something amusing.
"Not bad," he said after a moment, his voice quiet but approving. "Next."
"Next?" she echoed, straightening with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism.
"The second pose," he said, stepping closer. "Holding hands, walking side by side, completely absorbed in each other."
