How it started

Izzy shifts on the bed, adjusting her position as Marcus snaps another photo. The pink mini dress has ridden up high on her thighs, and she can feel the cool air against her skin, but she doesn't think much of it. She's too focused on following his directions, on getting the perfect shot.

"So, how'd you get into photography anyway?" she asks, her voice a little breathless from holding a pose. "I mean, freelance cameraman sounds pretty cool. Like, way cooler than being a roommate who just makes tacos."

Marcus lowers the phone and grins. "I've always been into it, honestly. Started messing around with my phone in high school, then got a real camera and just kept at it. Took a few classes, did some gigs for local bands. Now I get paid to do this."

"That's really cool," she says, turning her head toward the window as he instructed. "Do you ever do like... weddings and stuff? Or is it mostly music and, you know, girlfriends trying to impress their boyfriends?"

He laughs and lifts the phone again. "You're my first girlfriend shoot, actually. But you're making it easy."