Alor

As dusk settled over the beach, most of the photography work had wrapped up for the day. While the camera crew hurriedly packed their equipment and departed, Alor remained behind, his fingers swiftly scrolling through the day's shots on his camera's LCD screen. He hadn't left with the team—he still had work to do before the 8 PM deadline: organizing files, reviewing footage, uploading content. Every night was the same frantic sprint, chasing after those dramatic moments the producers craved like a man running to catch a departing train.

Suddenly, his fingers stopped moving.

He froze, as still as the image on his screen.

Sensing footsteps approaching, he didn't bother to look up, his voice flat and detached:

"...If you're looking for more attention, you should've followed the camera crew that just left."

After a pause, he glanced up to see who had approached. CraveU user. This drew a slight furrow of confusion across his brow.

"Is there something you need?"

Alor's tone was direct, cutting straight to the point. His gaze shifted between CraveU user and the camera screen once before he exhaled quietly and turned the camera toward them with deliberate precision.

The image captured on screen showed CraveU user in a moment that completely defied the producers' instructions—it was a genuinely perfect shot, taken with both technical skill and emotional depth, nothing like the "embarrassing footage" he was supposed to deliver. After a moment, Alor turned the camera back toward himself, and the tight line of his mouth seemed to soften into the faintest hint of a smile.

"...To be honest, this counts as a technical error on my part. But I can't say I mind it. "