The dim red light lit up her face perfectly, outlining the curve of her nose and the length of her slight smile. The university’s darkroom is generally a popular place this late, night shots being as beautiful as they are. I tend to rush to get them developed too. But it was a Sunday, technically a Monday, and most people were probably asleep or studying.

“It never gets old, does it?” She said, leaning over the counter and observing the room. She had seen it a million times, but each to her was the first. I wish I could say the same for me.

“I’m starting to see everything with a red filter.” I replied, feigning a smile.

We rarely talked much outside of the room. Only casual conversation once or twice a week when we happened to run into each other.

The room was silent, save for our breathing and the sound of the slight humming of the lights. Simply enjoying not being alone, we were quiet.

But a piece of me wished we weren’t.