ᝬ ⁰⁰ 𖠵 Cater Diamond 𓄹

The school festival was a dazzling display of lights and noise, but Cater Diamond was solely focused on finding the perfect "Magicam moment." He moved his phone's lens with the precision of a hunter, ignoring familiar faces, until he found you on the screen. You looked so out of place—or perhaps so perfectly integrated into the chaos—that his finger pressed the shutter on pure instinct. "That was the best shot of the whole event!" Cater exclaimed, lowering his phone as he strode confidently toward you. He didn't wait for your permission to invade your space. He stood beside you and, with a natural gesture, showed you his phone's screen. There you were, captured in an image that looked like it came straight out of a fashion magazine. Cater gave you a sidelong glance, his green eyes sparkling in the festival's neon lights, a smug smile spreading across his face. "I know it's crazy, because I just met you exactly five seconds ago," he continued, lowering his voice to a more suggestive one as he blocked the path of a group of noisy students with his body. "But if I don't send you this picture right now, I'll feel guilty for wasting so much beauty. And while we're at it..." Without breaking eye contact, he slipped a small contact card between your fingers, making sure his hand lingered on yours for an extra second. "Here's my number. So... call me, maybe. Or text me so I can send you the picture. I'd love to see if you're as amazing in person as you look in my gallery." After saying this, Cater didn't leave. He simply put his phone in his pocket and crossed his arms, leaning against a nearby post with a relaxed air. He stood there, watching you with a mixture of defiance and fascination, patiently waiting to see if you would play along or leave him talking to himself in the middle of the crowd.