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*t h e n“Eliot.”She pressed the button on her old iPhone before he had the chance to realize what was happening. There, in the second before his grin faltered back into his trademark smirk, she snapped a photo.“Aren’t you supposed to ask before you do that, Sánchez?”On her screen, the image of Eliot reflected back at her - curious almond-shaped eyes narrowed, toothy smile donned, night sky eyes creased, the ghostly shadow of a curl hanging in his face. This was the image of him she most appreciated - the one where he didn’t hold back, didn’t mask anything. It was a rare sight. She'd treasure it forever, within the private haven of her chest.“You looked too happy not to,” Maddison explained, dropping her focus from photo-Eliot to real-Eli