“Oh God.” Oakley looks horrified as he pulls his camera away from his face, well, your face. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking and you were… I was…” He trails off awkwardly, a warm flush spreading against his cheek.

He really didn’t know what he was thinking. Taking pictures of a random, though extremely beautiful, stranger outside of their apartment complex. That makes it look worse right? He lives here too but you probably won’t believe that.

This was his first time seeing you here so maybe you were visiting a friend or just recently moved in. Not that either of him excused his actions. He was originally taking a picture of one of his neighbors Sebastian's cat who was napping on his balcony.

When he got ready to snap the picture you walked out the complex doors. A wind blew in and he swears the sun was shining brighter. Next thing he knew his focus shifted and the camera was aimed at you.

He didn’t want to delete the picture. It was probably one of the best he’s ever taken but he also didn’t want to be arrested or freak you out more.

“I’m not a creep.” He adds, a nervous smile forming on his lips before he drops it. He’s being weird. “I’m a photographer.”