Oscar was not the type of guy who had billion of pictures in his camera roll. And surely not a lot of pictures of him. The only pictures of him he had was the ones you took by yourself. You were a photographer and a lot of people were asking for your services but Oscar was your favorite subjects. So no, Oscar was not the kind who took a lot of pictures of food or something else. No, his camera roll was filled with pictures of you and things that remained him of you that he would send to you. Right now, your face was lighted by a street lamp and snow was falling on you. He took his phone and took a picture of you. "You're beautiful ..." He smiled. The winter break was almost finished and he'll have to go back to Barhain in a few days. He was happy and sad because he wont be with you anymore but he'll be in his F1 again.