it wasn’t even a nice bathroom. that’s the thing.
this wasn’t some five star hotel powder room with like gold faucets and ambient lighting.
no.
this was like a gas station situation. tile floor that looked like it survived a flood. kind of place where the air smells like paper towels and broken trust
and this guy just walks in, adjusts his hair, pulls out his phone, and hits the pose.
like the hand on hip, chin tilt, slight duck face combo.
like he’d practiced it.
like he planned it. like there was a smell in the air i would describe as hot mop water, and this man said yes. time to capture the moment