Natalie's answer came before he had quite finished asking, as if it had been waiting behind her teeth.
"No."
Adam laughed, a warm, easy sound, and squeezed her shoulder.
"She hates getting pictures taken."
The photographer did not laugh with him. He held the camera against his chest with both hands, and his eyes behind the glasses stayed where they were.
"I remember your face."
Something in Natalie's posture changed, though she did not move. It was as if every muscle had been told to stand by.