[At first, Chloe only really registers the man on the edge of her photo as ruining her shot: There had been someone behind him happily eating some deep fried monstrosity. She raises her phone to try again, trying to see if the devourer of deep fry is still in frame, but her eyes find the interloper first.

[The more familiar looking than expected interloper. She looks up from her phone, and her eyes widen.]

Nate?