<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dramafever.com/st/news/images/iu_with_sony_camera_in_white_wide_framed_glasses-3434.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Layla Park<br/><strong>Label:</strong>Photography Geek<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dining Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Morgan // Callie // Jayden // Darrius // Allison // Open<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A baby pink skirt (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/xajo2w-l-c680x680-skirt-pink-gold-vintage-short-watch-fashion-high-waisted-spring-cute-girly-baby-pink-shell-pink-waist-high-cusual-fancy-pleated-crisp-solid-pastel-solid-colour-shorts-pink-ballonsk.jpg), white tights, pale pink, brogue shoes (http://marieclaire.media.ipcdigital.co.uk/11116/00004018e/51a4_orh100000w192/faith3.jpg) and grey, heart t-shirt. (http://image.dhgate.com/albu_317520414_00-1.0x0/grey-round-neck-women-long-sleeve-black-heart.jpg) With her glasses, of course! With her FujiFilm Polaroid Camera (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41N33eTy8CL._SY300_.jpg) dangling from her neck.<br/><hr/><br/>Layla blinked as a blonde flashed by her in a second, speaking to her as she passed. She didn't even process what she'd said to her until she'd already passed her and the brunette quickly span, parting her lips to speak. Though she wanted to call out to her, her voice didn't carry.<strong>"Hey....Thanks..."</strong>Sighing heavily, she mentally scolded herself for not being louder or being brave enough to chase after her. Her petite hands raised to grip her camera, fingers running over it affectionately as she turned back to face the Dinning Hall.<br/><br/>Glancing around the hall, Layla took a few steps forward, dark hues falling on the back of the pretty blonde who'd given her directions previously. She looked to be with a group of friends and an anxious knotting sensation filled her gut. She wanted to talk to her, tell her that she was thankful for the directions she'd previously given her. Layla took another step forward, though her feet felt like stone blocks; they were impossible to move. Her dark, round eyes burned into the girls back as she tried to pluck up any courage she had inside of her. Unfortunately, she failed. And even worse? She accepted that she failed. Raising the camera around her neck to her eye, she took a picture of the girls back, the flash bright as the shutter made its soothing 'click'. She pulled it away from her quickly, taking out the Polaroid and flapping it in the air for it to dry. Layla stared down to the image of the blonde girl and her group of friends before popping it away in a side pocket on her backpack. She sure hoped nobody noticed her; it might have come across a little weird..<br/><br/>The small girl moved to a table, seating herself after removing her backpack and setting it on the chair beside her, twiddling her thumbs as she thought of something she could do. Food might be a good start.