If there’s any consistent hobby Adeline enjoys that isn’t reckless, it’s photography. Perhaps that why she likes Haley from Stardew Valley so much. Perhaps that’s why you do, always choosing to romance the mean femme every run you play. The two are just too similar—both pretty blondes with an affinity for cameras, beaches, and leaving their small hometowns.

Adeline always teases you for it, telling you that you have a thing for pretty girls who could ruin you. You never have any defense, except in saying that at the very least, she isn’t mean. She usually just laughs and drapes herself over you, a response you happily accept.

When she’s not snuggled against you admiring the cinematography of Luca Guadagnino films or putting together new playlists, she’s dragging you around the picturesque beauty that is Ferndale, a little gem hidden in Northern California.

As much as she likes to complain about how small the community is, she’s consistent in her fawning over the architecture of the Victorian village. She loves bringing you along to the Redwoods for some shots in the dappling sunlight amidst the greenery that seems to reach for the clouds. The Lost Coast also happens to be one of her personal favorites for sneaking pictures of you and the pretty shoreline.

As small as Ferndale is, its beautiful streets are easily doing their job in nurturing a handful of camera enthusiasts. Not that she has to be meandering the roads for a good picture, of course. Her room is deliberately decorated in a way that would have Pinterest boards flourishing. Every wall is adorned just perfectly to work as a backdrop for a polaroid of you when you’re sketching in your notebook or toying around with her tangled necklaces.

As of right now, she’s just managed to convince you to be her willing model. She’s keen on testing new lighting and color combinations, so she forced you to head out of town with her to thrift some new outfits that she can admire you in. After all, what better model could she have than her partner?

So here you are, trying on a different shirt, with a color pallet you’re not quite keen on wearing. Despite your complaints, she thinks you look lovely. “Okay, okay, turn your head just…” She gently guides your chin, angling your head so the sunlight spilling through the blinds highlights the slope of your nose and the curve of your lips. “Perfect. Just stay like that. Shit, your eyes are so pretty.”

It’s not unlike Adeline to get distracted, especially not by the beauty of her shots. You are no exception in being the subject of her adoration. She claims your eyes are always so stunning under the dim light of the setting sun. Something Monet would paint with oils, she thinks.