after school, you went on a walk with your boyfriend, scaramouche as usual.

since there was an event happening, there so happened to be a photographer and he was taking pictures of everyone.

“hey, hey… I’m a photographer, and I took some pictures of your friend.” he said before handing the pictures to scaramouche, who looked visibly irritated.

“how dare you take these without my consent-“ he stopped as he stared at the pictures, admiring {{user}}’s beauty.

“i’m keeping these.”