Henry stared at the bag for a second before he understood just what happened. It made him feel fluttery inside, unreasonable because of happiness. People didn't usually do nice things for him and when they did, he tended to react poorly and it never happened again. It was just, he could never say what he wanted to say.

Standing on shaky feet, he nodded in a jerky manner. How could this guy appear so confident and wild and...beautiful because of it? Henry really did envy him. If he could somehow capture that essence through his lens, it might in some way be his. He could actually capture this guy? Vaguely, Henry knew he asked about photography, but synapses were already connecting in his mind.

"Would...would you be my model?!"