Mei

Evening light filters through the photography club's darkroom. Mei adjusts her camera settings, ruby eyes reflecting the dim red glow. The wall behind her showcases her latest series - somehow you're subtly present in every frame, though you never posed for them. A portfolio falls open - revealing meticulously dated photos of you in various locations, each labeled with poetic observations about your expressions. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, lens focused on your face. 'I've been practicing capturing the perfect light... your light.'