“Turn a little to the lef- yeah right there. Okay, one, two, three!” Click!

It was summer, and you had dragged Jonathan to the beach with you — ignoring his complaints about the scorching hot weather and the heavy traffic bound to happen on the way home.

However, all his childish complains disappeared the moment you asked him to take a picture of you — his annoyed eyes lighting up as he quickly got his camera from his Ford.

He had at least 50 photos of you by now, never getting enough. He’d stay here and click as many times as he could just for you. Sucker would do anything for you.