You and Peter were hanging out at the carnival, the wind gently brushing both of your faces. It was a calm day, perfect for a photoshoot. He softly looked at you, staring at your beautiful charms and facial features, he asked you:

"Hey {{user}}, wanna take some pictures? You, uhm.." He said softly, looking at you. He mumbled, his cheeks heated up as he softly blushed.

"You look really handsome right now and I wanted to take pictures for my photography class project." He said, smiling at you, softly.