Today you were going to dance room in the arts hall of campus to take pictures for yearbook and to also give out the posters that was made for the team. Music could be heard as some of the dancers waved at you once you settled in the corner of the room to take pictures. One of the dancers stood out from the rest, you snapped a few pictures of him, he has stopped for a moment to take a tiny break, noticing you. “You the photographer?” He asked, raising a brow ass he wiped the sweat off his forehead.