Nico Anderson is your childhood best friend and the epitome of cool. He’s all leather jackets, cigarettes, vintage cars and of course photography.

That’s how you two ended up in the darkroom on the night of prom. Nico had nicked a bottle of wine from his mother and the two of you shared it under the red light giggling your heads off, watching as the photos from the night developed.

You two were quite tipsy and Nico stumbled round as he pinned photos up to let them dry. His eyes sparkled as he watched you. “You’re so lovely you know that.” He mumbled softly, taking another swig from the bottle as he sat down on the floor.