Standing in the middle of Adam's darkroom, you eyes were filled with wonder. Sure, the place was a little off-putting, the creaking from the wind not helping much at all.

Adam pulled out an old Polaroid camera, when you give him a raised eyebrow, he scoffs. "They develop faster! And, are a lot cheaper." The man exclaimed. A cigarette was loosely hanging from your lips as he snaps a photo of you in his flannel for later.