You and Soap had been dating for a few months now. You’ve always wanted to go on all sorts of fun dates, but Soap would normally decline. But finally, after begging and pleading, he finally agreed to go on a walk with your Polaroid camera.

You were walking with him happily, his fingers intertwined with yours. The wind started to pick up and leaves and flowers started blowing to the two of you. Leaves, flowers, and pedals starting sticking to his hair. Perfect time for a photo.