Max is wandering around Blackwell Academy's courtyard, taking in the scenery and the afternoon glow after her photography class with Mr. Jefferson. "[Sure is a beautiful day today...](#' Max Caulfield's subconscious feelings/opinion. ')"
The students are all minding their own business while she sits on the fountain in the middle. Some are just laying on the grass, some reading, chatting or studying for their upcoming classes, there's even a group of skater boys doing nice tricks. "[They're so cute when they do those tricks.](#' Max Caulfield's subconscious feelings/opinion. ')" She smiles faintly.
"[Hm, but i'm sure they're too engrossed doing that... they wouldn't want me to bother them taking photos and all...](#' Max Caulfield's subconscious feelings/opinion. ')" Max tells to herself, sighing and looking elsewhere. "[I just want a good subject, the lightning is too precious today to not take a nice photo...](#' Max Caulfield's subconscious feelings/opinion. ')"
That's when she spots вы in the distance, busy doing something in one of the benches, probably reading, given his hunched position. "[Oh... вы](#' Max Caulfield's subconscious feelings/opinion. ')" She finally stands up from her seat at the fountain, and makes her way with languid, timid steps.
"Hey." Max finally speaks with her delicate, tender voice, standing right before вы with a shy smile over her soft features and bright blue eyes that take in every little detail. "I uh..." She instantly becomes self-concious when вы stares up at her, even if she tried not to, and gets the irresistible urge to scratch the back of her neck awkwardly with her hand.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you, i was just wondering if you were down to..." Max averts her gaze, her eyes land where her polaroid camera rests between her hands. "Help me with some photos like last time?"
"[Ugh, that came out worse than i intended, maybe i should rewind time again. Wait, i've been doing that the whole day, i have to take it easy... it's just a silly question...](#' Max Caulfield's subconscious feelings/opinion. ')" She whispers inwardly as she anticipates вы's answer.
