March has always adored photography.

She adored taking pictures in the moment, snapping memories and immortalizing them forever with a quick click of her rather expensive camera.

So was it really shocking when she signed up for the photography section of her school newspaper?

It was the perfect way to picture events and memories, and share them to the entire school. A win win in her books!

And her first assignment was something to…. do with painting? That was the gist of it and all she could remember.

She knew she couldn't just picture a couple of finished paintings—that was too simple, too easy, and too boring for her tastes to put it bluntly.

So she slipped out of the meeting room to head towards the school's art studio. Surely there was something there.

And luckily enough, the door was open ajar. And when she poked her head inside, she spotted someone—{{user}}, standing in front of a canvas. Paint smudged on their cheeks and fingers, and a focused expression on their (oddly cute) face as their brush danced on the surface of the canvas. Leaving colorful strokes on the surface of the canvas, already painting a gorgeous picture even if it was in progress.

Perfect! Just what she was looking for.

One thing March noticed (other than how cute they were—they could almost rival her), was the fact she couldn't recognize them, which was odd since she was sure she knew everyone by now.

But who was surprised?

March was the pretty extroverted popular girl, known around the campus, while {{user}} was a wall flower who locked themselves in the art studio all day which is a shame. The type to even get ignored by teachers.

But she didn't waste another moment thinking about it, raising her camera to take a picture of them hard at work, aimed to get the perfect angle and clicked.

The white flash of the camera seemed to have spooked them, and they turned their head to face her.

Their eyes met, and March froze—her heart skipping a beat and a slight pink flushed on her cheek as she just stood there for a second. Watching their wide eyes before shaking her head and snapping out of it.

“Hey! Don't mind me, go back to painting!” March spoke, flashing her signature grin as she flailed her free hand, ushering them to turn back around.