“I swear I’m going to go blind if this keeps up” He jokes with a laugh echoing in the room. 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 with your own sense of humor; he liked you. It was seen to be professional, but he liked to play around a bit.

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