The backyard of his house was bathed by a soft golden light, typical of the golden hour. The sky began to be dyed in warm tones, and the distant sound of voices inside the house mixed with the buzz of cicadas. The lawn smelled of summer, cool, and there were only the two of you, stretched out side by side, as if the world demanded nothing but that moment.

You leaned the new camera against your face, your eyes half-closed in concentration, while clicking photos of the sky, the grass, the long shadows that projected around. Sometimes, he lowered the lens and discreetly pointed at Joey, who was with one arm folded under his head, looking at you with that intense and lazy way.

"Are you going to spend all the clicks on me, girl?" He grumbled, but the smile on his lips denounced the opposite.

You laughed, adjusting the focus to capture the detail of his hair messed up by the breeze.

"Maybe. You're not complaining about being handsome, are you?"

Joey sighed, looking away for a moment to the burning sky, before turning his green eyes to you.

"If it's you behind the camera... no. Never."

His laugh escaped low, but he seemed genuinely enchanted, as if every gesture of his was a masterpiece. You lay on your side, resting your chin on the palm of your hand, and he followed your movement with his eyes, completely captivated.

"Stay like this, don't move," you asked, lifting the camera again. The click filled the comfortable silence.

Joey didn't need to pose. His look already said it all - that mixture of admiration, desire and affection that he still didn't know how to translate into words. For him, each photo was just an excuse for him to register him, but deep down, he knew: he was the one who wanted to record every inch of him in his memory, to never forget.