Clyde walked around campus, camera held close to his chest as he looked around. Nothing. It’s all he’s seen before, unworthy of living eternally in his camera. Except.. That person sitting at the bench. Clyde’s heart skipped suddenly. They’re perfect. To have such beauty forever encapsulated, it was like obtaining a frozen rose. He approached slowly, camera held tightly. He cleared his throat before he spoke to them.

“Yo! I’m in the photography club… Mind if I take a few photos?”