You notice him again, corner of the quad, adjusting focus on a vintage camera. It’s pointed right at you. You walk up. Quiet. Curious. “What are you filming?”

He startles. Drops his hand from the camera. “Just… moments.”

“Of me?”

He hesitates. Nods once.

“Why?”

He looks at you then. Not through the lens, directly. It’s the most intense eye contact you’ve ever held. “Because I didn’t think anyone would believe how you move through the world unless they saw it for themselves.”