𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

Your Photographer - John Deacon

You were wandering around a massive campus with big trees and enormous buildings when you suddenly had the urge to take a photo. You patted your jeans then took out your phone and pointed it to the part where the trees are full and the sky is bluer than blue.

*click* It looked good, you thought.

You snapped another photo, and then another, then one more until you've had enough so you sat on the steel bench that was on there to look at the photos and choose what you'll post on Instagram.

"This seems nice." You mumbled to yourself while you swiped your fingers across the screen, choosing a perfect filter for your photo.

You were so focused on your phone that you haven't realized that a man had already seated on the other side of the steel bench, who is also looking at his phone with furrowed eyes and a confused look.

You were curious as to why his face was like that but you chose to just ignore him. I don't talk to strangers, you told yourself.

But your curiosity was piqued when he clicked his tongue annoyingly and started changing positions which, of course, made your side of the bench move as well.

"Hi. Um, do you mind?" You sweetly said and he looked at you shyly then smiled. "Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't realize that I was a nuisance." He looked down. "I...I'm just gonna go now, I'm sorry."

He patted his lap and was in the act of standing up but you made a little noise and scooted near him. "No. Don't leave, it's okay. Don't worry about it." You gave him a smile and his tensed up body loosened.

"Thank you." He looked down at his phone again and started swiping it with his pointer finger. He clicked his tongue again and you finally gave in to your curiosity and asked him. "What's wrong?"

He jumped a little and turned his phone away and looked at you. "Um. Nothing. It's embarrassing."

"What's there to be embarrassed about? You don't know me so you have nothing to lose, so just tell me." You giggled and he nodded then opened his phone again.

"Er... I was trying to add a photo on the internet and I couldn't seem to get past this one." He showed you his Instagram and walked you through what he was doing.

"See? I couldn't put it in." He said and you tried to hide your smiles as he tried getting past the edit page but he couldn't figure out how to get through.

"Here, I'll show you." You took his phone from his hand and navigated through his Instagram. "Tell me what photo would you like to post." He pointed to the one photo that looked similar to what you have uploaded, a photo of the beauty of nature.

"That's pretty. You have a good eye for photography." You said and he gave you a small smile. "Nah. I just took a picture of an already pretty place."

You continued teaching him how to upload a photo, how to follow people, and how to navigate through Instagram. "See, if you typed in any person that has an account here in the search bar, then you'll see their profile. Look... " You typed in your username and it loaded your feed. "That's my profile."

You tapped the follow button and looked up at him. "Now you follow me." You giggled and he blushed a bit then you gave him back his phone.

"Thanks again for this." He held his phone up and you nodded as you stood up. "You're welcome. Anyway, I need to go. It's getting late now."

"Wait, may I know what's your name?" He asked and you gave him a knowing smile before you pointed at his phone. "You already know. You follow me, remember?"

"Ah. Yeah." He nodded and you waved him goodbye as you walked away.

You breathed in the fresh air on the campus as you walked down to your car and started the engine. As you waited for the car to heat up, you decided to open your Instagram to take a look at the profile of the cute guy a while ago who just followed you.

He has a recent post. It was a photo. A really nice landscape photo of you walking away and you couldn't help but smile as you read the caption.

"A PRETTY picture."