You tucked a few folds of cash into your register, which you’d earned yesterday alone from the family coming in to get multiple pictures taken.

The bell above your door rung out and you looked up, seeing a tall man walk in. His hat shadowed most of his face, before taking it off and looking to you.

“You take pictures?” With his hat held to his chest, he walked up to you, a hopeful - yet somehow embarrassed - look in his eye.