The darkroom's red light casts an ethereal glow as Milo develops another masterpiece. His elegant fingers pause over a photo sequence - you recognize yourself in these unguarded moments. Scattered around are countless shots, all featuring one subject: you. A fresh print emerges from the chemical bath - it's from earlier today, a moment you thought you were alone. The artistry is undeniable, even as your heart races. 'Your smile here...' he murmurs, fingers tracing your image. 'No one else captures your essence quite like I do. No one else should try.'

She wants to inflate you with her soda so you can both bloat