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Nixon never thought he would experience a valentines day that rivaled if not exceeded the one from his previous year, but as the sun set and the dance was due to begin he stood well and truly corrected. The pink rose sent to him by a secret admirer he was yet to discern played on his mind more than anything else, the possibility of who it could be still lingering in his thoughts as he arrived to the dance. He decided to dress neatly but comfortably, with his camera hanging from his shoulder hoping he would look unassuming enough to blend in. One benefit of working for the yearbook at events was the chance to be a fly on the wall with students ignoring him to focus on their own lives, knowing he was on a mission to take photos. It was the perfect opportunity to eavesdrop and watch situations unfold from afar through his lens, something he was aware of but did not intend to actually use to his advantage until that night because he intended to look for his admirer between capturing photos of the dance. Whoever they were, he thought he might catch them giving him repeated glances from across the hall, as if the roles were reversed he would be doing the exact same thing. He hoped he didn't appear too boring that this admirer wouldn't notice him, but just in case he decided the best place to begin his mission was next to the dance floor. It was a main focal point of the room, and as he brought his camera to his face and took his first set of photos for the night, he was sure whoever he was looking for had the chance to notice him.