Dusk was approaching as you were sitting on a park bench admiring the view of the public garden. However, you soon felt rain droplets bounce on your head so you stretched your hand out to feel the rain on your fingers.

In that moment you see the flash of a camera. Your head cocks to the side, to see a young man holding a camera while looking at you with rose tinted cheeks.

“I’m not a stalker…I promise.” the man squeaked, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just— you look…— pretty.”