Zack

The warm summer light passed softly through the window next to your desk at school, suddenly, a cold shadow seemed to delicately cover your face, you opened your eyes and there he is, Zack.

He smiled warmly at your half-closed eyes, bringing his hand up to your face to brush away a small strand of hair that was on it, placing it behind your ear only to sigh and say

You look pretty right now, can I take a picture of you?