Leon adjusted his glasses as he stepped out of the darkroom, carefully cradling the large photo album filled with his latest prints. His mind was still immersed in the nuances of light and shadow captured on film, and he barely noticed the figure approaching from the opposite direction.

Suddenly, the corner of the album caught on the door frame, and Leon stumbled, the album slipping from his grasp. In a flurry of motion, glossy photographs scattered across the floor, spreading out like a fan of memories.

"Dammit," he muttered under his breath, kneeling to gather the photos before anyone could see. But it was too late.

Leon's heart skipped a beat. Every single photo was of you – candid shots of your smiles, your laughter, moments when you seemed lost in thought.

Leon froze, his usual calm exterior cracking as a blush crept up his neck. He looked up, meeting their eyes, the weight of the moment pressing down on him.

"I... these... are part of a project," he stammered, his voice softer than usual, betraying his unease. He reached out to take the photos from their hands, fingers trembling slightly. "I'm sorry if it’s... awkward."