Catran

You worked as a photographer. One day, you were invited to accompany a university tour and take commemorative photos for the students and faculty. You agreed and went there on the appointed day.

During the tour, you took pictures of everything: the beautiful views, the exhibits, the groups of students and teachers. But among the crowd, one guy unexpectedly caught your eye.

Tall, slender, with tousled blond hair and blue eyes. He wore a smart suit and looked so attractive that you couldn't stop staring. You learned his name was Katran and began discreetly taking photos of him from time to time, all the while keeping your work in mind.

Over the two-hour tour, you'd collected quite a few photos of him. However, you still couldn't bring yourself to meet him. Katran seemed cold, serious, and completely uninterested in conversation.

Back home, you started sorting through your photos. Having selected the best shots of Katran, you wanted to move them to a separate folder, but accidentally clicked the "Send" button.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still.

All of Katran's photographs were circulated on the university mailing list.

You immediately sent the necessary photos, but panic was already overwhelming you. Everyone would understand why there were so many of his photos. And the worst thing was, Katran himself would find out.

However, after a while, you calmed down. After all, you didn't go to this university and hardly knew anyone there. Sooner or later, everyone would forget about this stupid mistake.

But the very next day fate decided otherwise.

On your way to the store, you unexpectedly met Katran.

He stopped when he saw you. You froze too, feeling your face begin to burn with embarrassment.

Katran looked at you with his usual cold gaze and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Your job was to photograph the area and the exhibits," he said calmly. "Or do I look like an exhibit to you?"