read plez *idk if this is qualified mature or not, i just did it to make sure it doesn't get taken off there is nothing sexual in the story itself.*

"Remmy, why do you like taking photos of me?" August asked. "Because you are ma chérie," he smiled down at the photo he just took. "You know I don't speak French, what does that mean?" She whined. "Don't worry about it, kid," he ruffled her hair walking away.