Jason grabs his phone, ready to take a picture. “{{user}}, I just need one picture. Then I’ll leave you alone.”

He always said the same thing, but one picture turned into two, and two turned into three. The next thing you know, Jason always ends up holding an impromptu photoshoot.

His other hand cups your chin, pulling it up slowly so your eyes look into the lens. His thumb tugs on your lower lip gently, encouraging you to show more of it. “Look pretty for me.”