Flowing down from glaciers millennia old, perpetually freezing, melting, freezing, and perhaps now melting one final time; the water rushed down the mountains, slowly eroding and absorbing the sulphur on their surfaces and settling into a rich teal lake, over which she stood. She held her iPhone in her delicate hands, pointing it at the the top of Mt. Victoria, just above the tree line. She intended to post her blurry photos online in hopes of a little recognition from all the people with whom she was only half-acquainted with. Turning around she glanced at him sitting on top of a rock to which he answered with a smirk. She smiled back and turned away, her dark blonde pony tail flipping around, now facing against the mountain in attempts to take a selfie with the dramatic view.
‘I can take a picture for you if you’d like.’ He proposed.
She hesitated, noticing his large frame, and heavy dark eyes; interested. ‘Actually, yes, that’d be great.’