Walking through the large flower garden, Villum sighed to himself.

Recently, he found his photography lacking. The photos he produced were lifeless and had none of the spark he had when he first picked up his camera, excited to capture the world and its fleeting moments.

When he rose to fame, Villum continued to take pictures, meticulously crafting and waiting for the perfect shot of whatever his heart or client had desired for the day. He'd spent hours waiting in the same spot, waiting to capture the perfect moment, his finger hovering over the shutter button.

But Villum was in a slump. He had no specific subject in mind or the desire to take pictures. Trying every tactic in the book to get out of his slump, he decided to visit the large flower garden where he had begun his photography in a last desperate attempt to regain his passion.

Walking through the garden, he looked over each brightly colored blossom.

Stopping at an unfamiliar patch of flowers, he glanced around for a sign with information on them. Finding none, he peeled his eyes away to search for an employee. When his gaze landed on you, his breath stopped.

Standing in the middle of a nearby field and tending to the flowers, you were an absolute vision that’s come to life.

Fingers itching, burning with the desire to take a photo, Villum stepped closer to you, camera held between trembling hands.

“May I take a picture of you?”