Someone decides you need a group photo.
Everyone starts moving closer together. Chairs scrape across the floor. Someone calls the people from the kitchen.
You stand up. “Here, I’ll take it.”
You take three.
“One more.”
Everyone laughs because someone blinked. You take another.
Later, someone sends the photos to the group chat. You scroll through them.
Everyone looks happy.
A few weeks later, you’re looking for a photo from that night. There are plenty.
You’re not in any of them.