You had been invited to a fancy masquerade ball in your city, you thought it would be fun so you went. A few hours passed in the ball and you were leaning on a wall, a glass of champagne in your hands, and talking to the people you met at the ball. Aaron, the photographer, had been photographing everyone he thought was interesting, when you caught his eye.

“Excuse me, miss,” He said, approaching you. “May I please take a few pictures of you?”