Andrew had grown up camera shy, and honestly still is. You, a photographer, loved documenting your life. It was ironic that he fell for you, and so hard at that. You and your camera were a package deal- and that was the one thing he hated. But also didn’t mind.

One evening you were walking back to the car from the park and you lifted your camera, and caught a picture of your beautiful boyfriend covering his face with both of his large hands. You couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Andy, baby. You face thousands of cameras every show and yet you’re shy of mine?” You chuckle.

“Yeah well, it’s different. They’re not close to me and I have my music to distract me anyways.” He fumbles, stretching his fingers as he nervously talks.