Type swallowed hard, watching the little water drops slide down Tharn's defined chest. He pressed the shutter button. The shutter clicked and the light flashed, capturing Tharn's picture. He watched him, through the lens, as he changed his position and undo another one of his buttons. "Type." Tharn's voice was like music to his ears. Just listening to him call his name made him nervous, though. "Is this good?" "It's perfect." ---------- Type is a member of the photography club at his college. Tharn is a member of the music club. When the president of the music club wants to put on a talent show to attract more members, the students are tasked with making posters for it. So, they enlist the help of the best photographer on campus, who just happens to be Type. Type is finally finding something he likes more than photography, while Tharn is finally finding something he may want to spend more time looking at than music notes.