( Modern / older times, your choice )

The constant flashing lights of the camera with you behind the camera were bright. These photoshoots were something he was familiar with, yet the flashes were something he doesn’t get used to.

You were his usual photographer. Most of the pictures he’s posed in, you took them. You’re someone who made these pleasant, he liked you.

He takes a breath as he shifts in the seat, resting his body in a position. The perfected smile graces his lips as he prepares for the next photo.