Wilbur’s snapping film pics of the city when you walk by.

You don’t notice him. You’re too busy hugging a tote bag to your chest, your steps slow and careful, like you’re listening to music no one else can hear.

He lifts the camera. Click. Captures you mid-step, haloed in afternoon light.

You turn.

You see him.

And instead of scowling, or asking questions, you smile—soft and knowing—and keep walking.

Later, when he develops the photo, he finds a tiny note stuck to his camera bag:

You take pictures like someone in love. – 📷 insert number

He stares at it for five full minutes before whispering, “I think I am.”