"First one looks good."
"Really? I think the second is better."
You scoffed and turned your gaze to him. "You know, Mark, what's the point of asking me if you don't need any help?" The boy snickered before shutting off his camera.
You were comfortable and snug in your bed just moments before when your best friend, Mark, had convinced you to come out to the campus coffee shop. He needed help choosing photos for his portfolio in photography class. Though you didn't expect him to be so indifferent to your opinions, you gave him a pass for buying you coffee.
"Your opinions do help," he started, clasping his hands together. "Whichever one you pick is probably the one that looks bad." Mark broke into a fit of laughter when your jaw gaped in overdramatic shock.
He waved his hands in defense when you raised your fist threateningly. "I'm kidding, (Y/N), oh my god, I'm kidding!" he breathlessly wheezed out.
Before you could make a comment on how hurt you were, the sight of your drinks made you remember your craving for coffee and forget everything else.
"One caramel macchiato," the barista placed your drink in front of you with a gentle smile before turning to Mark. "And poop water for you." He grinned while setting the Americano in front of Mark. Mark glared at him in disbelief before inserting his straw.
"Thanks, Johnny, really."
You bit back your tongue to keep from laughing. "You deserve it, Mark." He looked at you and frowned in betrayal but sat up straight when Johnny cleared his throat.
"Right. Johnny, this is (Y/N), my good friend," he gestured to you. "And (Y/N), this is Johnny, my buddy in my photography course." You smiled warmly at Johnny, properly seeing his face now.
His hair was curled right above his eyes and shined a soft brown. He had bold eyebrows but his honey filled eyes held so much care and sincerity. His heart-shaped lips shared the same smile when he saw your own. A soft "Hi" came out from Johnny. You and Johnny's eyes only met for a brief moment before he broke away to look back towards Mark.
"Oh shit, are you done your portfolio already?" he nodded at Mark's camera.
Mark shrugged. "Pretty much. Just a little more editing to clean things up and they should be good to print."
Johnny let out a sigh. "No way. What did you do for your conceptuals?"
Mark and Johnny's conversation soon mixed in with the light chatter of the café, leaving you to scroll mindlessly through your phone.
It felt like a couple minutes had passed when you heard Mark. "(Y/N) could do it." Your head perked up at the sound of your name.
"Do what?"
The two boys turned to you but Johnny didn't meet your eyes.
"Johnny needs a model for his candid shots." Mark explained straightforwardly. You noticed Johnny glancing quickly at you before averting his eyes again. "I know you're always lazing around your room doing nothing so you're obviously free."
You didn't even get to snap at him because Johnny was already fumbling with his words.
"You, uh, would just have to do whatever you do normally, no posing or anything," Johnny finally looked at you. "You don't have to do it though, of course," he quickly added when he saw your furrowed brows.
"I mean, maybe? I'm not really sure, I've never had my picture taken like that before. " you admitted, a flush going to your cheeks. It shouldn't be anything too weird, but you had just met this guy, and acting like you normally would around him didn't seem too easy. Plus, he was really hot.
