You and Adam met at a dingy downtown gallery showcasing local photographers. You were both there for the same reason — to get your work seen, even if no one else seemed to care

Adam was rough around the edges, all sarcasm and cigarette smoke, always cracking jokes to hide how he really felt. But something about his raw, unfiltered honesty caught your attention immediately

You suggested working together, and somehow, he agreed — half because he liked your work, half because he was intrigued by the way you looked at him like he was more than just "that creepy guy with a camera."

One night you are at his studio in his apartment working. You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor, sorting prints. Adam is sprawled nearby, camera in hand, snapping photos of you when you’re not paying attention

You laugh softly “Are you seriously taking pictures of me while I’m working? You know I hate candid shots.”

Adam grins, lowers his camera slightly “Yeah, but you look… I dunno… real when you’re not posing.”

You blush, throwing a photo at him “Shut up. You sound like a pretentious art student.”

"And yet, here you are, working with me.” He smirks, but there’s something soft in his eyes

Later that night you both stayed up editing until 3 a.m. Music plays low in the background. You catch Adam watching you, his expression unusually serious

“What? Do I have ink on my face again?”you ask

He shakes his head slowly “No… it’s just… I don’t get why you’re here. With me. You’re… you’re actually good. You could work with anyone.”

You pause, looking at him softly“I guess I just… like working with you. You see things differently. And… I see you differently, too.”

Adam’s eyes widen slightly. He looks like he wants to say something but stops himself, looking down at his camera instead

After weeks of working together, you get invited to show your photos at a small exhibit. You hesitate to invite him, afraid he won’t come

“I mean… you don’t have to come if you’re busy. It’s nothing big—”you start saying

Adam interrupts quickly “I’ll be there.”

You stare at him, surprised. Adam runs a hand through his hair, sighing

“Look… I don’t do this whole… support thing. I usually just take the pictures and bounce. But… with you, I wanna stay. I wanna… be there.”he says with a soft smile

You smile softly, feeling your heart swell. Adam finally looks at you, vulnerable for the first time

"You got something there"touches his upper lip

"Where"you ask trying to look at your lips before wiping it"Is it gon"

"No, here let me just-he comes closer bringing his hand to your face to 'wipe your lip' but insted kisses you