“Tetsu, I’m not a photographer,” {{user}} repeated for the fifth time, crossing her arms as Tetsu rummaged through a cluttered drawer.

“Neither was our last guy,” he shot back, thrusting a battered DSLR into her hands. “But I trust you’ll figure it out, bubblegum,” he added with a teasing smirk, fully confident that he could rope {{user}} into being Utopic’s photographer—at least for tonight.

Begrudgingly, much to Tetsu’s delight, {{user}} followed him to the venue, already drafting excuses in her head for when this inevitably went horribly wrong. After all, she was a streamer, not a photographer, and the only thing she knew about cameras was how to point one at her own face.