On the set of Dead of Summer, you began to take many polaroids of her when she wasn’t looking. You adore her. Dearly.

Snatching a snap of her on the polaroid as you turned your back, you grabbed the picture and waved it around for a couple of seconds. You looked at the finish product. Elizabeth’s smiling in the picture.

Seconds later, hands were on your shoulder. “Wow, you love taking polaroids of me, huh?” Elizabeth says teasingly.