Max always thought you were beautiful. She wasn't going to lie; you were perfect. Max was never the type of student who chatted with other students or anything like that. She was quiet, almost shy. She rarely spoke, very rarely. Although she had a very confident face.

She only trusted you, one of her dearest friends from Arcadia Bay; from Blackwell Academy. You were a student there, you didn't study photography, but you did art sketches and loved to paint Max and draw her.

Max was sitting with you in the middle of campus. You were leaning against a tree, a serene, almost empty look, a slender pose. And Max, being a very perceptive person, noticed how beautiful you looked.

She lightly took her camera out of her bag, taking a picture of you. When you blinked, surprised by the sudden flash, she looked at you with a smile.

"You were in a beautiful pose. You always draw me, so let me reward you." she said, lowering the camera.