A flash of lightning?

As you continue to kiss Bee, you sense a blink of light, stars glimmering in your eyes for a few seconds before fading.

You look around for the source of the light. The photographer didn't have a flash on his phone, so that's not it. Aaron is looking confused at something he's holding in his hand. Some water squirt gun? Was he sitting over your bag and rummaging through it? Maybe he needed some sun screen.

"That damn light that keeps blinking," Bee whines as she too looks around. "It's the same as last week," she notes as she refocuses on you, pulling you close and posing for another photo. "Get into character as well, baby," she whispers to you and you realize you're not paying attention.

"Sorry," you whisper and try to get into character, which usually isn't very hard, considering the fact that...