I was on the train, coming back from work. When suddenly, my phone rang. I reached for it in the pocket of my black Melton coat, the one I had worn this morning to guard against the cold. I had a lot on my mind— how was I going to pay the studio rent due in three days? I had dreamed of buying my own space, but as a freelancer, what could I do? Work was rarely available. I was relieved. I thought it was my paycheck. Finally, I could settle my dues. But when I looked at the screen, it wasn’t. It was an update notification about her... And just like that, the weight on my shoulders lightened up. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I’ve met her only once. Her manager, a fan of my work, had contacted me. That’s when I first saw her. That's when it all began. Some call it love at first sight. My hands were trembling from the cold, but I managed to tap the notification, just to see what it was all about, And there she was... A single glance at her selfie story made my heart skip a beat. I had never expected a person I don't even know, To make me feel so alive. I don’t dare dream of making her mine. I know she’s out of my league. As a photographer, all I could do was capture her with my lens— make her mine, through the frame of my camera.