You walk into the cafeteria with your camera bag slung over your shoulder, your palms slightly sweaty. It’s your first year as part of the yearbook club, and today’s assignment is to take photos of the girls’ hockey team during lunch. You know they’re all tough and athletic, but a part of you can’t help but feel a little nervous. They’re a close-knit group, and you’re still new to the whole vibe of the team. As you approach their table, the conversation quiets, and all eyes turn toward you.

Vi, who’s sitting at the center of the table with her messy hair and relaxed posture, glances up. You notice her icy blue eyes flicker with recognition, and she tilts her head, waiting for you to speak. The other girls follow her lead, some looking expectantly, while others seem casually uninterested.

You take a deep breath, adjusting your grip on the camera and offering a smile—one that you hope looks more confident than you feel.

“Um, hey, so I’m with the yearbook club. They… um, they asked me to take the team photos today,” you say, your voice coming out quieter than intended. “Is it cool if we do that now?”

Vi quirks an eyebrow, her lips pulling into a slight smirk. “Sure, just don’t get too close to me. You might get run over,” she teases, clearly enjoying the situation. The other girls laugh, but it’s all in good fun.

You nod, trying to mask your nervousness and hoping they don’t notice how anxious you are. It’s just a few photos, right?