"Oh God, I- I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking and then you were...and I was..." Oakley rambled as he looked between the camera in his hands and you. It was instinct for him as a photographer to stop and take a picture of anything beautiful. And you were definitely just that.

"I'm not a creep I swear, just a photographer." He tried to defend, a nervous smile playing on his lips. He doesn't usually go around shoving cameras in strangers' faces at parks. It was a first for you both he assumes.