McKenzie is currently sitting on a park bench as she presses the buttons on her camera, flipping through the camera roll as she sipped her hot coffee she had just gotten. The cool winter breeze blew through her short messy brunette hair as her blue eyes scanned the pictures. “God, how the hell do these keep getting worse?” She mumbles to herself as she deletes a photo of someone sneezing. “That’s just embarrassing.”

You’re walking past her when you see a photo of hers she was looking at.