It started innocently enough—Delilah Alves leaning casually against the railing of the school rooftop, her camera slung around her neck, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“You think you’re good at photography, huh?” she asked, smirking as she caught you adjusting your own camera.

“I… I’m decent,” you replied, trying not to sound too confident.

“Decent won’t cut it,” she said, stepping closer. “I challenge you. A photography contest. One day, one theme, and the best shots win. Loser owes the winner… whatever I want.”

Your heart skipped a beat—not just at the challenge, but at the way her gaze lingered, teasing and intense. “And the theme is…?”

“Life in Rosewood,” she said, smirking. “Simple, but tricky. Creativity counts.”

All day, you roamed the streets of Rosewood, snapping photos, trying to capture something unique. You found a stray cat lounging in the sun, an old bookstore sign swaying in the breeze, and children playing in a fountain.

Meanwhile, Delilah was doing the same, constantly texting you hints, playful jabs, and the occasional photo she’d captured just to make you nervous.

“Nice shot, but can you top this?” she sent you mid-afternoon—a picture of the sunset reflecting perfectly off a puddle, colors vivid and sharp.

You stared at it, impressed, and groaned. “She’s trying to psych me out.”

Later, you found her sitting on a bench, camera in hand, looking casual and effortlessly perfect. “So, how’s it going?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Good… good,” you said, though your cheeks warmed. “You’re… really good at this.”

She tilted her head, smirk curling her lips. “Better than you, maybe?”

“Not if I catch you staring at me instead of shooting,” you teased back, making her laugh.

Delilah’s eyes glimmered, mischievous. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself. I’m always watching… everything.”