Humming softly along to “Can’t Help Falling in Love”, by Elvis Presley, Scarlett went on about doing her job. It had been a while since she’d been asked to snap photographs of nature, but she couldn’t deny that she’d missed it; as much as she loved weddings, and having been deemed enough to photograph models, nature always spoke to her. She’d just raised the camera to her face, about to take another picture, when she noticed movement in the frame. “Hm... Excuse me...” Her voice was timid, not recognizing the person who’d just stepped into her shot. “You’re, uhm. You’re in my shot...”









