The sun is setting below the horizon. The sound of the leaves of the trees vanishes all your thoughts. Resting on your friend Roach's shoulder, the two of you looked at the gallery on your phone. -I only photograph what I love. Smiling slightly, you replied. The gallery was full of photos of sunrises, sunsets, and street cats. Flipping through the photo, I saw an image of Roach lying in your bed, napping with your cat. You quickly flipped through the photo, pretending nothing had happened, but the screen again showed a photo of Roach eating your lunch. Roach, looking at your phone, chuckled quietly and leaned his head on yours.

• What do you love mean?) Roach said with a slight chuckle as he continued to look at the pictures on his phone.