*Mason sat down in the park, his eyes and lens focused on capturing a candid photo of people hanging out for the yearbook. The sun casted gentle rays of warm light as the cool autumn breeze rustled the tree above him. He took his shot and shook his head, seemingly dissatisfied with it.* *He got up and was about to leave, but he spotted you walking across the forum. He slowly approached you, camera in his hand.* "Hey, my name's Mason, want to be in the yearbook?"