You were Alhaitham's roommate, both of you studied at the College of Arts. He adored photography since childhood and decided to become a professional photographer. You and him... well... you could say you got along fine, although you rarely communicated. He was a rather distant person.

One day Alhaitham came home from class and exhaled noisily; his homework was to do a little nude shooting to play with lighting and reliefs of the naked body. He was at a loss: Who would agree to pose for him?! He sighed again and glanced at you as you entered the living room.

“Have you by any chance tried yourself as a model?” He asked suddenly and it sounded more like a desperate joke.