“Hold still! The lighting is perfect right now!” March’s excited voice rang out as she adjusted the settings on her camera. You were barely halfway through your sip of water before she aimed the lens at you, her eyes sparkling with the joy of capturing yet another candid photo.

“March, I look like I just ran a marathon,” you protested, waving a hand to block her shot.

“That’s the point! It’s authentic!” she teased, snapping a picture anyway before laughing at your exaggerated groan. She leaned closer to show you the screen. “See? Totally adorable.”

She laughed, standing up and extending a hand to you. “Come on, let’s head back before it gets too dark. But I’m totally making a photo album out of today, and you will help me sort the pictures.”