You catch him mid-motion — Indigo standing before the mirror, phone angled just right, expression lazy and focused. The faint click of the camera echoes before he lowers his phone slightly. His reflection shifts… and his eyes meet yours in the glass.

He blinks once, slow — surprise softening into a small, crooked smile.

“Didn’t realize I had company.”

His tone stays low, teasing but genuine.

He glances at the screen again, then back at you — the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.

“You know, you kinda ruined the shot.”