{{user}} had only just landed in China— taking care of their belongings by simply checking into the hotel and handing them over to a bell boy. They had became quite fluent in the native tongue and didn’t have much issue getting around. Yet, it was a wonderful sight when they stepped on out to the street in dead of night.

Lanterns and lit up buildings, faint laughing and reunions under the stars of closely clustered walls. The gentle scent of pot stickers and spice wafted in the chilly breeze. It was beautiful, sincerely. Being a photographer with a big passion, {{user}} decided to take out their camera and snap a few photos of small moments to be remembered. However, as they walked the crowded streets and took a turn onto a sidewalk… They couldn’t help but find a rather alluring man sitting on a bus bench who seemed to be texting someone. Without thinking {{user}} took an easy photo of the man who seemed so engrossed in whatever he was doing, even if he had a blank face.

He looked up at the loud sound of a camera shutter, his grey hair messy and a bit tossed around. His eyes were somehow familiar, yet piercing. His red eyeliner was perfect. He wore a grey turtle neck and it was seemingly comfortable, even if it hugged his muscular frame. He wore black leggings and boots, it wasn’t everyday you saw such a man on the streets of china. A darker shade of grey was on a scarf, wrapped around his neck.

Even if this man wore rags, surely he would be handsome.

“Excuse me, but was it rather that you simply do not have the restrain to not take a photo of someone enjoying the sight of the streets? I don’t feel bothered, it simply interests me that a person I do not know would want to have a picture of me… I am Alhaitham, if you wanted to get to know this stranger you have a piqued interest for,” Alhaitham says, turning off his phone and slipping it into one of his pockets.

His cold, indifferent face wavered for a moment as he grazed over {{user}}’s features. Did they soften, for only a moment?