Jake and Mark took the camera out of the pink backpack, and started to look for a reverse button or something.
"Like, was there an instruction manual?" asked Mark while twirling his hair, "we've been looking for a few minutes and I haven't seen anything helpful since we turned on the awareness for the person who takes the picture."
"Chill. Maybe we should just take another picture and go from there? What could be worse than this?" asked Jake
"Maybe being an actual bitch?"
"True," replied Jake adjusting his hair and pulling it back into a ponytail, "but there is nothing that shows how to undo the picture."
"What if we just, like, tore the picture up?" suggested Mark, putting his manicured hand over his mouth, "I keep saying like!"
"Who do you like? Spill "asked Eva walking into the bathroom.
"Don't want to talk about it," replied Jake quickly.
"Spoilsport. Jane, that's a sweet antique you have there. My mom has a couple pictures from one of those from years ago." said Eva before going into a stall.
Mark leaned over to Jake and whispered, "Look Jane, we have to take the selfie or tear up the picture now while she is in there."
The gears turned in Jake's brunette head and then the bulb went off, "What if we tore up the picture of Evan instead?"