Jimena and I had spent most of the first few weeks of the semester talking about our love for photography. Her and I went on a trip to Quincy one day so she could get a couple of cartons of cigarettes- it’s an hour and a half train ride and you end up in Chinatown. The only place you can still buy them under 21. We stopped by this bakery and the light hit her face so gently that I was afraid you would lose her stoic gaze. We talked about photography so much more after that.