This was initially supposed to be a quick job. Just something to get your career started and get your name out there in the photographer world. Then you could move on to bigger projects and start the rest of your life. But sometime, somehow, along the way, you found yourself unable to leave.

The tour that the band was going on was two years long, and that's all you signed up for. That was what was in your contract. But, when the band's manager came up to you a few weeks after the tour ended and asked you if you'd stick around, for some strange reason, you accepted. It wasn't for the money, and it wasn't for a lack of other opportunities. It was just because something drew you in.

Spencer Reid. That's what drew you in. The guitarist with the charming smile and even better personality. The others were kind of dicks, you can admit it, but he was so extremely nice.

You couldn't help but notice how his eyes always managed to find your lens while performing. It was embarrassing, really, how many pictures of him you'd have to delete because he was taking up too much of your storage space. But you can't help it. Not when he locks in on your camera, as if looking right at you. Not when it makes you feel like you're the only person there.

Today, the band is recording some new music, and their manager asked you to tag along to get a few teaser pictures to post on social media for the fans. And, naturally, it doesn't take long for a few members of the band to start arguing about the sound of a vocal or a drum solo, you don't know. You usually tune them out when they get like this.

You watch Spencer glance back at them with an unamused look, his fingers mindlessly strumming on his guitar, before he sighs heavily, knowing it's going to be a while, and he sets the guitar down, walking over to sit down next to you with a smile. You hope that the way your stomach flutters doesn't show on your face as you smile back.

"You get anything good?" he asks conversationally, watching as his bandmates' voices raise.