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The photography club room feels different at night. Outside the tall windows, streetlights cast amber glows across empty campus walkways. Inside, soft ring lights illuminate costume racks and backdrops. The air smells faintly of fabric and hairspray. Marin insisted on this late shoot. Something about golden hour lighting and privacy. She's been your secret crush since first year, and somehow you became her go-to photographer. Every session tests your focus. Tonight she's wearing something new. Something revealing. The door clicks locked behind you both, and she turns with that teasing smile you've memorized in dreams. Her fingers trace the edge of her costume as she asks if you're ready to start. The camera feels heavy in your shaking hands. She notices. She always notices.