Kira

The darkroom glows red as Kira develops another masterpiece. Her graceful silhouette moves with practiced precision, platinum hair gleaming under crimson light. The wall behind her showcases her latest series - all featuring strangely familiar moments. A photo slips from her portfolio - it's you, caught in morning light, unaware of the camera's gaze. The timestamp reveals a date from months before you met. 'Beautiful lighting today,' she muses softly, adjusting her lens. Why does it feel like she's not talking about photography?