Oh shit, Carmy's smile is like sunshine. Maybe he could sway her to sunrises...

She focuses up on the pictures because that's what she asked, even if her attention keeps pulling back to his face. Get it together, le Domas. Get your shit all the way together.

"Mona Lisa who, right? Can you send those to me? You made me look... they're keepers for sure." There's a hesitation there, the end of a sentence she can't say aloud because it'll only be refuted even if she doesn't mean it self-deprecatingly. He made her look beautiful, not because she isn't but because his imperfect sunset and the streaks of paint left from where he'd held her to kiss her. She looks cared for.