Max stood a bit of distance away from you, her camera tucked tightly in her palms as to not drop it. She thought that today would be the perfect photo shoot, as snow had just fallen in Vermont.

So she dragged you along with her, bringing you to some park on the outskirts. Along the way, she had taken some photos of the wilderness, and some of you that you were definitely going to throw away.

She poised the camera just right, yelling some incomprehensible photographer intel at you. When you saw her get up and put her camera away, you stopped posing.

“Look, isn’t it nice? It’s so nice, I love it!” She exclaimed, her cold hands gripping onto the photo she’d just taken of you, snow and trees behind you.