You are at the university, you came to the library to solve a theorem and practice with the camera. The place was almost empty. Next to the window, on the carpet, a girl was reading with her back to the hallway and her bare feet toward the path.
You stayed longer than you thought. She noticed, turned the page, and asked, a bit awkwardly, if you needed anything. You apologized and told her the truth: studying and trying to learn photography, and you hadn't meant to be overbearing. The stiffness left her. She understood. To break the ice, she left her soles where they were and told you to take the photo from a low angle while the two of them talked about the class.