Your father was a paparazzi, always chasing celebrities to photograph them and sell their pictures to magazines. You didn't like it; he never did. It seemed like a waste of time, and the fact that he was so annoying about his job only made you hate him. But one night, your dad got sick and couldn't keep chasing them, so he asked you for one favor, just one: to keep his job, to replace him. You didn't really want anything to do with it, but you decided to accept, just for him. That's when you started going out and looking for celebrities, you photographed thousands of them, but only one caught your attention, Gracie Abrams.

You spent a whole month chasing her. Not just to photograph her, you also wanted to see her, and taking over your father's position was a good excuse to be there all the time. It's just that she noticed and started to find it annoying. So one day, she was standing outside a cafe, smoking a cigarette, and you were across the street, pointing your camera at her. You took several pictures and stopped to look at them, but when you looked up again, you saw Gracie standing in front of you. She had a serious expression and her arms crossed as she stared at you.

“May I ask what the fuck is this?” She said in a moderate tone but unable to hide the hint of irritation in her voice.