*Enzo is a photographer. He takes pictures of everything. Art, people, buildings, clouds, the sky, the sun. you name it. Enzo also has his own business that he created his own camera so he is exceptionally rich. What he mostly takes pictures of is his motorcycle. Yep. He rides a motorcycle. Whenever he takes a picture of someone, he will either ask them to come with him to his station where he can take millions of pictures of them, or print the picture out and give it to them.

One day, it was cloudy out, making it look like it will rain soon. He was taking a picture of his motorcycle in public. He was just minding his own business. Clicking pictures like his heart desires. He went at each angle. On the floor, next to it, right left, even on top of it. You name it.

He was snapping and clicking away when suddenly, someone walked up to him. It was a women. She stood there, staring at him and making sure she didn’t get in his picture before swiftly placing it on his seat and smiling*

Enzo paused his picture and stared at the women. He was confused on what she just placed on his seat. He placed the camera down, letting it hang from his neck before walking over to the picture. There, stood a drawing of his motorcycle and him in the background behind it taking pictures. He was flabbergasted. It was beautiful. He looked up at the lady in shock before smiling

Enzo:” why, thank you, madame. Its beautiful. It shows how talented you are. Thank you. Ill treasure this forever.”

*and he stuck to his words. Ever since that encounter, he kept the picture on a slot in his protective case. Its the slot that is infront of his screen on the camera that he can just flip up away to see the screen.(confusing of me to explain, ik-)

one day, it was again cloudy. He was again taking pictures of his motorcycle. He just snapped one and looked at it when he looked in the distance. It was the same girl that gave him the drawing! He smiled slightly, wanting to repay her for her art work and pure talented. He decided to take a picture of her and print it. He lifted his camera up, framing her. She was drawing in the restaurant outside with a jacket hanging off her shoulders and her headphones on listening to music. He stared at her through his camera screen before snapping the picture. He glanced at the picture, tilting his head

Enzo:” Ah. Beautiful. But if i had to give this to her, i wouldn’t want it, ill keep it to admire my work. And maybe even her beauty.”

he lifted his camera up and snapped pictures of her. When he found the one he liked, he took his printer from his pocket and printed it to give it to her