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Xander was sitting in the park, at a checkers table. He had just finished playing for the morning and was packing up his pieces and getting ready to leave. He worked full time at the hospital now, so he didn’t always get to do this anymore, but today he was able to get out early and play a few round. He won a few and lost a couple, but he had enjoyed himself and now he just walked a satchel on his sides holding his piece, heading for his car. He didn’t know what he wanted to do with the day, he knew should really try to get a nap in before he had to go in for an overnight, but he figured he could do that later.
The summer was getting a little hotter now, so Xander wore shorts today something that wasn’t terrible common for him, but when one intended to spend a summer morning in the park it was a good idea. He watched kids running about as he walked a few people riding bikes, rollerblading, and skateboarding, while other flew kites and played frisbee. It was a very good day for all that and almost made the city seem normal. He knew once the sun went down the park would be practically barren and he wished momentarily for better days. Days when family barbequed in the park, well after dark and they didn’t have to worry about their children going missing, their teens turning up dead.
He pushed the thoughts from his head, lest he branch of on a negative tangent he much rather left dealt with or at least as dealt with as he could manage.
The summer was getting a little hotter now, so Xander wore shorts today something that wasn’t terrible common for him, but when one intended to spend a summer morning in the park it was a good idea. He watched kids running about as he walked a few people riding bikes, rollerblading, and skateboarding, while other flew kites and played frisbee. It was a very good day for all that and almost made the city seem normal. He knew once the sun went down the park would be practically barren and he wished momentarily for better days. Days when family barbequed in the park, well after dark and they didn’t have to worry about their children going missing, their teens turning up dead.
He pushed the thoughts from his head, lest he branch of on a negative tangent he much rather left dealt with or at least as dealt with as he could manage.
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It had been a thought she had filed away in her mind. The day she had been out with Lily; she had been told about his tending to play checkers in the park. Not that Cherry spent all day every day plotting all the ways she could stalk a person. No. It wasn’t quite that bad, or at least, it wasn’t that way yet. Still, with her having picked up a second job, her free time had also been growing increasingly preoccupied. It was nice to take a Sunday afternoon off. She would work for those people any other time they wanted; but any days she knew were Xander’s off days. Those days were practically sacred. She would always put in for them off.
The night before when she came home crashing on her bed from exhaustion. She had reminded herself to double check the calendar to remind herself what day it was. When she saw it was Saturday night at the time she was looking, she smiled to herself thinking about what that meant for Sunday. That night, she had rolled out to shower and plan her outfit. This morning, she accessorized it with some pretty colorful bracelets and a hat. It was a strategic outfit. One that was not only in appealing colors, but it was modest enough that there should be no contention.
She had brought her Canon EOS. It was a camera she used when she just wanted to take casual images. She wasn’t going to worry about all kinds of crazy lighting effects. When she set out to the park, she wondered if he would really be there. Either way, she would do what she’d do any other time she was there with her camera. She loved taking her camera to the park. There would be either cute little families or people with their pets there. She loved photographing people with their pets, but sometimes, she’d catch something like a toddler with an ice cream cone that was half dripped on their shirt, and half a scoop laying on the ground. Sometimes, she’d get lucky, and she’d find a kid letting their dog eat their ice cream. She’d take those home and upload them to photobucket or pinterest. They garnered a lot of attention.
As she walked up to center of the park, she stopped at the fountain. She just loved the curves and flow of the marble as the spout and statue winded up the middle of the main spraying part of the fountain. She stepped back a pace or two to snap a shot of that. She stopped to take one of a few kites in the sky next to each other.
Then, she did a thing that she thought she was all kinds of sneaky about. She had waltzed ever so casually around to where the checker tables were. She had seen this area plenty of times in the past. Lots of old men came here in the mornings during the week. From a spot, she played with the zoom feature on her camera. With that, she spied him who she sought. She took a snap or two of him moving about. She felt pretty safe and not seen taking those shots unawares. She didn’t have the flash on with it being so bright out. He’d probably not notice.
Then, she faded behind a big tree behind her to look through the pictures she had taken on the screen on the back of her camera. She smiled to herself. They had all come out great. She slipped back out and looked for him again. She wondered if she could get a smile out of him. A picture of a smiling Xander. That’d be like a gift that regifted itself to her every day. She could ask her father to develop one for her. She could put it in her room or something. Though she was decidedly against uploading this and sharing it with anyone else. This was just for her.
The night before when she came home crashing on her bed from exhaustion. She had reminded herself to double check the calendar to remind herself what day it was. When she saw it was Saturday night at the time she was looking, she smiled to herself thinking about what that meant for Sunday. That night, she had rolled out to shower and plan her outfit. This morning, she accessorized it with some pretty colorful bracelets and a hat. It was a strategic outfit. One that was not only in appealing colors, but it was modest enough that there should be no contention.
She had brought her Canon EOS. It was a camera she used when she just wanted to take casual images. She wasn’t going to worry about all kinds of crazy lighting effects. When she set out to the park, she wondered if he would really be there. Either way, she would do what she’d do any other time she was there with her camera. She loved taking her camera to the park. There would be either cute little families or people with their pets there. She loved photographing people with their pets, but sometimes, she’d catch something like a toddler with an ice cream cone that was half dripped on their shirt, and half a scoop laying on the ground. Sometimes, she’d get lucky, and she’d find a kid letting their dog eat their ice cream. She’d take those home and upload them to photobucket or pinterest. They garnered a lot of attention.
As she walked up to center of the park, she stopped at the fountain. She just loved the curves and flow of the marble as the spout and statue winded up the middle of the main spraying part of the fountain. She stepped back a pace or two to snap a shot of that. She stopped to take one of a few kites in the sky next to each other.
Then, she did a thing that she thought she was all kinds of sneaky about. She had waltzed ever so casually around to where the checker tables were. She had seen this area plenty of times in the past. Lots of old men came here in the mornings during the week. From a spot, she played with the zoom feature on her camera. With that, she spied him who she sought. She took a snap or two of him moving about. She felt pretty safe and not seen taking those shots unawares. She didn’t have the flash on with it being so bright out. He’d probably not notice.
Then, she faded behind a big tree behind her to look through the pictures she had taken on the screen on the back of her camera. She smiled to herself. They had all come out great. She slipped back out and looked for him again. She wondered if she could get a smile out of him. A picture of a smiling Xander. That’d be like a gift that regifted itself to her every day. She could ask her father to develop one for her. She could put it in her room or something. Though she was decidedly against uploading this and sharing it with anyone else. This was just for her.
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Xander didn’t notice Cherry taking pictures of him even as he stopped to tie his shoe. No, it wasn’t until he turned and headed down the path that lead to the tree that she hid behind that he would notice her. When she slipped out looking for him once more, he was right in her pathway and he gave her a surprised looking for he chuckled. “Fancy meeting you here,” he said with a wave to the woman, “we seem to have an amazing habit of just sort of running into each other.”
He came up to her and oddly enough gave her a hug, something he didn’t often do, but showed he was getting more comfortable and closer to her. They were fast friend, and seemingly good ones too, he liked how easy it was to get on with her and how it lacked the awkwardness he was so often famous for. Well most of the time anyway.
He looked to her camera and gave a curious glance, “doing a little photography in the park? I remember you telling me photography was one of your hobbies when you enjoyed. Get any shots you like so far?” He was curious obviously, he wanted to ask if he could see, but he wasn’t sure if that was okay. He knew some people could be shy about their work, and though Cerise never seemed very shy, he didn’t want to push.
He came up to her and oddly enough gave her a hug, something he didn’t often do, but showed he was getting more comfortable and closer to her. They were fast friend, and seemingly good ones too, he liked how easy it was to get on with her and how it lacked the awkwardness he was so often famous for. Well most of the time anyway.
He looked to her camera and gave a curious glance, “doing a little photography in the park? I remember you telling me photography was one of your hobbies when you enjoyed. Get any shots you like so far?” He was curious obviously, he wanted to ask if he could see, but he wasn’t sure if that was okay. He knew some people could be shy about their work, and though Cerise never seemed very shy, he didn’t want to push.
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Cherry was definitely not a shy one. Though at times, she could have shy reactions to things that were way too far out of her comfort zone. Even then in any moment of shyness, she always felt quite sure of herself. That unflinching confidence often gave others the impression she still wasn’t at all the least bit shy even in moments when she were. When she stepped out from the tree to go sleuth about to take more pictures of him, she blinked with surprise of her own. She hadn’t counted on him just walking right up to her. Sneaking, it lost its effectiveness.
“Hey Xander. Always happy to see you.” The hug she received greedily. She wasn’t sure what felt more surprising. That he seemed to happy to see her or that he was physically touching her, on his own. Of course, she returned his hug. Though all hugs with her didn’t allow her to press too close. Her overly endowed ladies would create a slight barrier. A barrier that during winter had saved her once or twice from kissing the pavement; but in huggin and close embraces. Still, she relished in this. What if he didn’t do this again for a while. Moreover, it gave her an excuse to touch him. She was just returning his hug after all.
“Yup. Just something I do when I want to get out of the house. I have actually. I got a couple really good shots.” She turned on the screen she was looking at. Peeking up, she hurriedly flipped past the ones she took of him, so he wouldn’t see those. She went to one of the toddler eating an ice cream with the big drip on her shirt and half the scoop on the ground. “See? Pretty cute right? Yeah. I enjoy photos that capture a moment. I guess that’s just my dad’s influence on me. Admittedly, I’m not an easily influenced person, but my dad always had an eye for capturing people in their greatest moments. Not sure I am even close to being on his level, but it’s still fun to do it. Do it my way.”
She was happy to share some of her shots. If he wanted to see some, she’d show him some. What could he ask her that she could refuse?
“Hey Xander. Always happy to see you.” The hug she received greedily. She wasn’t sure what felt more surprising. That he seemed to happy to see her or that he was physically touching her, on his own. Of course, she returned his hug. Though all hugs with her didn’t allow her to press too close. Her overly endowed ladies would create a slight barrier. A barrier that during winter had saved her once or twice from kissing the pavement; but in huggin and close embraces. Still, she relished in this. What if he didn’t do this again for a while. Moreover, it gave her an excuse to touch him. She was just returning his hug after all.
“Yup. Just something I do when I want to get out of the house. I have actually. I got a couple really good shots.” She turned on the screen she was looking at. Peeking up, she hurriedly flipped past the ones she took of him, so he wouldn’t see those. She went to one of the toddler eating an ice cream with the big drip on her shirt and half the scoop on the ground. “See? Pretty cute right? Yeah. I enjoy photos that capture a moment. I guess that’s just my dad’s influence on me. Admittedly, I’m not an easily influenced person, but my dad always had an eye for capturing people in their greatest moments. Not sure I am even close to being on his level, but it’s still fun to do it. Do it my way.”
She was happy to share some of her shots. If he wanted to see some, she’d show him some. What could he ask her that she could refuse?
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Xander smiled and watch Cerise as she fiddled with the camera before showing him a really cute picture, he couldn’t help but to smile a little more softly at it. “Children are good subjects I bet, they have far more candid moments than adults. They are very unguarded.” He looked around the park watching people going about their park activities even some taking pics with smart phones, he thought that would be an interesting thing to take a picture of, because it was sort of ironic. It wasn’t really that long ago that people would have been about with digital cameras and even disposables, something he rarely saw now. Cerise and her camera, they were a rarity.
He looked back to her, “could you show me more. That was a good picture. I bet the other’s are just as nice. It sounds to me like it’s sort of like when look through a photo album and some of the best pictures are the ones, no one saw you taking. Like my mom has pictures of us sleeping as babies, sometimes with dad. They are always really lovely pictures.”
He almost offered to show her at time, but the pictures when at home in Destiny City, but at home in England, which is parents and his sister Rose. It made him a little sad to be in a way sort of missing some of those memories, not in that they weren’t with him but in that he couldn’t refresh them as easily if they faded. Photographs helped preserve moments in time, Xander liked that about them even if he was no photographer.
He looked back to her, “could you show me more. That was a good picture. I bet the other’s are just as nice. It sounds to me like it’s sort of like when look through a photo album and some of the best pictures are the ones, no one saw you taking. Like my mom has pictures of us sleeping as babies, sometimes with dad. They are always really lovely pictures.”
He almost offered to show her at time, but the pictures when at home in Destiny City, but at home in England, which is parents and his sister Rose. It made him a little sad to be in a way sort of missing some of those memories, not in that they weren’t with him but in that he couldn’t refresh them as easily if they faded. Photographs helped preserve moments in time, Xander liked that about them even if he was no photographer.
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Cherry looked at him passively at first. As his compliments flowed, her confident smile found its old and familiar place on her lips. Her eyes flickered with smug pride. "Xander, are you saying that you want to take a walk in my muses? I don't mind. You should just take care when asking such a thing. You could get more than you bargain for. What if I had..." She was going to say naked pictures of herself. She realized the brainchild the idea was. She wondered if that would actually work. Not today of course. No need to rush and ruin a perfectly brilliant idea if she had ever had one.
"Well, I could show you more, but I haven't been here very long. I only have been warming up. Do you want to help me spot things? Like people doing something interesting? "
She wondered if she should let him use the camera and take a shot or two. Maybe that was a good way to go. He was so interested in what she was doing. “Sometimes, I’ll just zoom the lens out and pan around the environment until I hit on something that looks good. Sometimes I’ll go and sit in my dad’s office. I’ll compare photos I take against the kind he used to take. See if I actually have talent in what I see.”
Then, she held up the camera as if by the gesture of holding it up offered him a brief chance to take it and snap a picture or two.
"Well, I could show you more, but I haven't been here very long. I only have been warming up. Do you want to help me spot things? Like people doing something interesting? "
She wondered if she should let him use the camera and take a shot or two. Maybe that was a good way to go. He was so interested in what she was doing. “Sometimes, I’ll just zoom the lens out and pan around the environment until I hit on something that looks good. Sometimes I’ll go and sit in my dad’s office. I’ll compare photos I take against the kind he used to take. See if I actually have talent in what I see.”
Then, she held up the camera as if by the gesture of holding it up offered him a brief chance to take it and snap a picture or two.
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Xander nodded, but then he looked completely confused especially when she stopped mid sentence and he found himself asking, “if you had what? I really don’t think I could get more than I bargained for with innocent pictures, unless you I guess took pictures of a dog doing his business, though I guess than would be very candid.”
Xander gave her a look of understanding and sort of realized he had probably interrupted her. He almost apologized, but she asked him if he wanted to help and he certainly had time to. The apology was forgotten and he smiled, “yes, of course I’ll help. Not sure if I will have the eye for it, but I can certainly try.”
He turned to see if he could spot something interesting, but when she spoke to him about how she did it, he turned back. He wondered if that meant he was suppose to be the one taking the picture if he was helping. He was certain he never used a camera like the one she currently held. A digital camera sure, but not this. Sure enough it seemed she was holding it up to him and he wasn’t sure if he should take it, but he did because he had agreed to help.
“Okay, so I’ve never handled a camera like this and in the interest in not messing it up, if you would show me how to zoom in and out that would be great.” Xander was feel every incredibly bad if he broke or even deleted something, both things were the last things he possible wanted to do, not that he couldn't replace it.
Xander gave her a look of understanding and sort of realized he had probably interrupted her. He almost apologized, but she asked him if he wanted to help and he certainly had time to. The apology was forgotten and he smiled, “yes, of course I’ll help. Not sure if I will have the eye for it, but I can certainly try.”
He turned to see if he could spot something interesting, but when she spoke to him about how she did it, he turned back. He wondered if that meant he was suppose to be the one taking the picture if he was helping. He was certain he never used a camera like the one she currently held. A digital camera sure, but not this. Sure enough it seemed she was holding it up to him and he wasn’t sure if he should take it, but he did because he had agreed to help.
“Okay, so I’ve never handled a camera like this and in the interest in not messing it up, if you would show me how to zoom in and out that would be great.” Xander was feel every incredibly bad if he broke or even deleted something, both things were the last things he possible wanted to do, not that he couldn't replace it.
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While she didn’t actually have naughty pictures on the camera’s image cache to ambush him with, this was even better. While he held the camera, she sidled up next to him, and she weaved her arms in with his and wrapping her hands lightly around his to show him the buttons. “See, this little lever? If you move it to the left, it zooms out; that will make the objects seem further away. You want to use that if you’re trying to get more of an object into the picture. And, then you slide it to the right if you want to zoom in. You do that if you want a close up, or if you’re trying to reduce noise going on around it. Well, not noise really. I call it noise, but it’s just extra stuff going on around your subject that you don’t want included in your picture. Also, sometimes you zoom in because you’re maybe catching a mother bird feeding her babies in a nest. Or, you catch a bumblebee as it moves between the flowers.”
She thought maybe she should show him some other nifty settings on her camera. While her camera was nice, it was a hybrid between a digital camera and the professional kind her father used to use. She tilted the top of the camera, so he could see it. She then pointed to a small dial on the top right next to the zoom. “See, it’s on smart mode right now. That means the camera will automatically adjust itself for more flash or less flash depending on the lighting. Like, it has daytime, nighttime, and lots of other modes. It can even take short videos. Short being like… thirty minutes long usually? Anything longer than that doesn’t turn out too well. Anyways, there is also this magic picture frame setting. If you take photos on this, it allows you to pick a frame that goes over it. It basically saves you from doing photo editing work on the computer. I don’t always use those. If I use them, I mostly stick to the one that looks like an old retro tv set, the sunset over an ocean, or the night sky over a lit up metropolis.”
She wondered if she was getting carried away and giving him way too much information just to snap one or two shots. She started to give him an embarrassed smile. She cut it short when she decided she wasn’t going to be embarrassed. It was silly and why was she worrying so much about that. She had also forgotten to tell him how to review your photos after you took them. When the thought came to her, she thought maybe if she didn’t tell him; he wouldn’t see the ones she had taken of him already. Would that seem creepy?
“But, yeah.. go ahead. just… take a shot of anything. Of course, it might not be something that would be on the cover of TIME magazine. It’s pretty rare anyone gets shots like that their first time.”
She thought maybe she should show him some other nifty settings on her camera. While her camera was nice, it was a hybrid between a digital camera and the professional kind her father used to use. She tilted the top of the camera, so he could see it. She then pointed to a small dial on the top right next to the zoom. “See, it’s on smart mode right now. That means the camera will automatically adjust itself for more flash or less flash depending on the lighting. Like, it has daytime, nighttime, and lots of other modes. It can even take short videos. Short being like… thirty minutes long usually? Anything longer than that doesn’t turn out too well. Anyways, there is also this magic picture frame setting. If you take photos on this, it allows you to pick a frame that goes over it. It basically saves you from doing photo editing work on the computer. I don’t always use those. If I use them, I mostly stick to the one that looks like an old retro tv set, the sunset over an ocean, or the night sky over a lit up metropolis.”
She wondered if she was getting carried away and giving him way too much information just to snap one or two shots. She started to give him an embarrassed smile. She cut it short when she decided she wasn’t going to be embarrassed. It was silly and why was she worrying so much about that. She had also forgotten to tell him how to review your photos after you took them. When the thought came to her, she thought maybe if she didn’t tell him; he wouldn’t see the ones she had taken of him already. Would that seem creepy?
“But, yeah.. go ahead. just… take a shot of anything. Of course, it might not be something that would be on the cover of TIME magazine. It’s pretty rare anyone gets shots like that their first time.”
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Xander listened intently to the explanation very unaware of her proximity to him or how much she was seemed to be enjoying it, no instead he focused on the camera and learning the buttons she was showing him. “I think I got it,” he said softly when she moved away from him. He played with the zoom a bit and nodded at her when she said to just snap a photo of anything. He brought the camera up to his face to look through the lens and turned look around the park.
He spied all manner of people doing all manner of things, but he didn’t take any pictures, even though Cerise said to take a picture of anything he didn’t think it should really just be anything. After a long moment a mother sitting on a bench picked up her baby and was holding the baby out and bringing her back in sort of like a game. The baby had a big smile for her every time she was brought close, Xander zoomed in and finally clicked a picture when the baby put both hands on the mothers cheeks and they both beamed at each other.
He wondered if he should take another picture or if one was enough, but as he turned he still held the camera up to his face. He zoomed in and out, and snapping just a few pictures as he turned, of just things that caught his eye even to kids hanging from the jungle gym a ways away giggle at each other, or so it looked until he zoomed out and saw they were sitting on older siblings shoulders and pretending to hang. He’d snapped another picture then. He continued until he was face Cerise the camera point at her, he zoomed out a bit and smiled.
“Smile, seems like you get to be the subject now.” He snapped a picture and turned the camera around to look at it before just kind of smiling softly.
He spied all manner of people doing all manner of things, but he didn’t take any pictures, even though Cerise said to take a picture of anything he didn’t think it should really just be anything. After a long moment a mother sitting on a bench picked up her baby and was holding the baby out and bringing her back in sort of like a game. The baby had a big smile for her every time she was brought close, Xander zoomed in and finally clicked a picture when the baby put both hands on the mothers cheeks and they both beamed at each other.
He wondered if he should take another picture or if one was enough, but as he turned he still held the camera up to his face. He zoomed in and out, and snapping just a few pictures as he turned, of just things that caught his eye even to kids hanging from the jungle gym a ways away giggle at each other, or so it looked until he zoomed out and saw they were sitting on older siblings shoulders and pretending to hang. He’d snapped another picture then. He continued until he was face Cerise the camera point at her, he zoomed out a bit and smiled.
“Smile, seems like you get to be the subject now.” He snapped a picture and turned the camera around to look at it before just kind of smiling softly.
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She watched him with rapt attentiveness. She hadn’t taken anyone with her when she went to the park to take pictures. She often ran into people she knew there. Many of her acquaintances brought their pets there or went to toss a coin into the fountain.
When he trained the lens on her, she made a face at him. One where her lips would half pout before quirking up into a half smirky grin. Her arms crossing, and her eyes beading at him. Her pose insinuating that she was exasperated at his making her the focus of the pictures. The growing of the smirk and smile in her features; however, showed that she wasn’t really exasperated at all. “Ah, I see what you did there. Lucky for you, I couldn’t hate my picture being taken if I tried.”
That was true enough. She loved her picture being taken. She had always loved the camera. Probably another aspect of her that made her yearn for being on television. Being in the eye of the camera, and the face everyone sees and adores. “If you want me to do something in particular, just say so. Sometimes, when you’re the photographer, you think. I just need to see this person from this angle or… I just need a closer look, but maybe with them doing this…. or having this moment..” She smiled to herself. Maybe she was more like her father than she ever noticed.
When it seemed as though he was actually taking a picture of her, she smiled bright and wide. She gave him a smile that didn’t have a care in the world. The smile that shined on a bright sunny Sunday afternoon. One that wasn’t burdened with the cares of mid life crisis or the hollow pursuit of selfish gains. She wondered what he saw while taking a picture of her. Was he only seeing what was literally in front of his eye? Was it a picture that connected somewhere deeper? No. She wouldn’t ask herself that last question. She didn’t want to ask it. Mostly because she didn’t really want an answer. If knowing the answer to a question might be devastating, she would often avoid having to ask it. She hated hearing what she didn’t want to hear. Truth or not.
She then made a quick pose for one of his shots that had one eye winked with the hand from the arm on the opposite side coming up to blow a kiss with at the camera. Hey, if she were gonna upload a photo of herself later; she wanted it to be cute. She wanted it to be something she’d be totally cool with showing off. “How many did you take? Hope they came out well.” She came over excitedly to get the camera back and see how her face came out.
When he trained the lens on her, she made a face at him. One where her lips would half pout before quirking up into a half smirky grin. Her arms crossing, and her eyes beading at him. Her pose insinuating that she was exasperated at his making her the focus of the pictures. The growing of the smirk and smile in her features; however, showed that she wasn’t really exasperated at all. “Ah, I see what you did there. Lucky for you, I couldn’t hate my picture being taken if I tried.”
That was true enough. She loved her picture being taken. She had always loved the camera. Probably another aspect of her that made her yearn for being on television. Being in the eye of the camera, and the face everyone sees and adores. “If you want me to do something in particular, just say so. Sometimes, when you’re the photographer, you think. I just need to see this person from this angle or… I just need a closer look, but maybe with them doing this…. or having this moment..” She smiled to herself. Maybe she was more like her father than she ever noticed.
When it seemed as though he was actually taking a picture of her, she smiled bright and wide. She gave him a smile that didn’t have a care in the world. The smile that shined on a bright sunny Sunday afternoon. One that wasn’t burdened with the cares of mid life crisis or the hollow pursuit of selfish gains. She wondered what he saw while taking a picture of her. Was he only seeing what was literally in front of his eye? Was it a picture that connected somewhere deeper? No. She wouldn’t ask herself that last question. She didn’t want to ask it. Mostly because she didn’t really want an answer. If knowing the answer to a question might be devastating, she would often avoid having to ask it. She hated hearing what she didn’t want to hear. Truth or not.
She then made a quick pose for one of his shots that had one eye winked with the hand from the arm on the opposite side coming up to blow a kiss with at the camera. Hey, if she were gonna upload a photo of herself later; she wanted it to be cute. She wanted it to be something she’d be totally cool with showing off. “How many did you take? Hope they came out well.” She came over excitedly to get the camera back and see how her face came out.
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Xander look up from the camera with a slightly embarrassed look. “I only took a few. I guess they turned out okay. I didn’t really look at them, just the last one. You look very happy, its nice, lovely,” said before handing over the camera. He didn’t really think about what he just said or what that might possibly mean to Cerise. He sort of just said because it was true. He felt a little bad for only just noticing, he wasn’t terribly observant, not that way. “Sorry I didn’t ask you to pose. I just wanted to take a picture of you. I figured a smile would be nice. I wouldn’t really have now what to have you do, but if you want to show me it might be better if I was one taking the directions.” There was Cerise’s chance to get all the pictures of the red headed man she could want.
“Could you show me how to look through them so I can see? You can tell me what you think of them? I’ll be okay if you tell me they are horrible,” he said with a slight laugh. He didn’t seem himself as an artist in any sort of light, no he was a doctor, a pianist, and a good person. Those were really the only things he claimed to be.
He moved closer looking expectantly at Cerise, not at all thinking she was say no to letting him view the pictures she had taken. He figured she would likely want to see them too and probably take some more herself, he did offer to let her show him the directional thing she had been talking about a moment ago.
“Could you show me how to look through them so I can see? You can tell me what you think of them? I’ll be okay if you tell me they are horrible,” he said with a slight laugh. He didn’t seem himself as an artist in any sort of light, no he was a doctor, a pianist, and a good person. Those were really the only things he claimed to be.
He moved closer looking expectantly at Cerise, not at all thinking she was say no to letting him view the pictures she had taken. He figured she would likely want to see them too and probably take some more herself, he did offer to let her show him the directional thing she had been talking about a moment ago.
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Cherry paused looking a little surprised and then a little bummed. “Oh, um. Well, I mean.. I guess that’s ok. I just thought you were taking more than one. Yeah. I’m happy enough I guess. Maybe happiness is seeing your heart’s desire? It’s possible that we gain more excitement and contentment in the pursuit of that what we want most. Many who get what they want; at the end, they stand there asking themselves what’s next. Ultimately, it should be contentment and forever happiness. Still, most stories that we’re told that end with happily ever afters. I wonder if people end their stories there because the rest settles into the everyday. It’s no longer the trail of quiet precious moments or drops of chaotic upheavals that challenge us to break or overcome.”
Well what the crap. Where did that come from. Maybe being in her element made her wax a little more philosophical than usual. She had been in the mind of what makes her pictures have defintion for her. The understanding and eyeing of those things in the people and world around her; that was what begged a scene to be photographed and immortalized as another story.
“Oh, you mean, I take some of you, and tell you what to do? Um. Ok.” Her taking her camera back and flickering with the frame overlays and choosing one that had some strong sepia tones on it. She told him to go stand against that tree, leaning back on it. And, then for him to cross his arms across his chest, and look down at his arms. Then, she thought about what she could say to him to solicit a genuine frown. Oh right. “What if I told you…. I wasn’t wearing any panties right now?”
Even as she asked it, she had started to laugh. She actually was. She had started making it a habit to remember to wear them if she knew she would be seeing Xander on a particular day. With that laugh, she snapped away at the rainbow of expressions that played out. When they ran their course, she skipped up to him with a helpless grin. She was practically bursting with laughter. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t be upset. I just had a feeling there’d be some kind of reaction with a certain expression I was going for. Ok… so ok ummm….”
She looked around for what looked like a nice picture. “How about if you went up and tossed a coin into the fountain? I’ll take one, and that will be called…. ‘Wish for a Future Rainy Day’. How’s that?” Then, she remembered that he wanted to see how to see them. Before directing him further, she flipped the camera over entirely forgetting about the pictures she had taken of him while he was playing checkers. She had thought if it were a chess board; it would have looked even more sophisticated with the tops of the pieces all having different heights and shapes. “Look, see.. if you press this button? It changes you from taking pictures mode into the flipping through the images we’ve already took. You can move backwards by pressing this button here.”
Well what the crap. Where did that come from. Maybe being in her element made her wax a little more philosophical than usual. She had been in the mind of what makes her pictures have defintion for her. The understanding and eyeing of those things in the people and world around her; that was what begged a scene to be photographed and immortalized as another story.
“Oh, you mean, I take some of you, and tell you what to do? Um. Ok.” Her taking her camera back and flickering with the frame overlays and choosing one that had some strong sepia tones on it. She told him to go stand against that tree, leaning back on it. And, then for him to cross his arms across his chest, and look down at his arms. Then, she thought about what she could say to him to solicit a genuine frown. Oh right. “What if I told you…. I wasn’t wearing any panties right now?”
Even as she asked it, she had started to laugh. She actually was. She had started making it a habit to remember to wear them if she knew she would be seeing Xander on a particular day. With that laugh, she snapped away at the rainbow of expressions that played out. When they ran their course, she skipped up to him with a helpless grin. She was practically bursting with laughter. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t be upset. I just had a feeling there’d be some kind of reaction with a certain expression I was going for. Ok… so ok ummm….”
She looked around for what looked like a nice picture. “How about if you went up and tossed a coin into the fountain? I’ll take one, and that will be called…. ‘Wish for a Future Rainy Day’. How’s that?” Then, she remembered that he wanted to see how to see them. Before directing him further, she flipped the camera over entirely forgetting about the pictures she had taken of him while he was playing checkers. She had thought if it were a chess board; it would have looked even more sophisticated with the tops of the pieces all having different heights and shapes. “Look, see.. if you press this button? It changes you from taking pictures mode into the flipping through the images we’ve already took. You can move backwards by pressing this button here.”
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Xander thought on her words wondering on the truth in them, he really couldn’t say. If he was honest he thought happily ever after was what came after obtaining that happiness, the good, bad and the ugly. No one really knew what happily ever after really mean, still it was an interesting concept. He thought she would show him the pictures but she seemed more interesting in his suggestion to continue with the photography and he was directed over to a tree. She did what he said leaning back, crossing his arms and looking down, but the words that came out his mouth sort of surprised him, it showed when he looked up. It was followed by a look a disbelieve, confusion and a frown not having liked to hear that really at all. He didn’t even notice her laugh instead he opened his mouth to let her know that he didn’t think that was appropriate, only to realize as she came up to him grinning and laughing maybe he’d been had. He didn’t think it was particularly funny.
She apologized though telling him not to be upset and explaining why she did it, that didn’t make him like it any more, but he nodded, his hand coming up to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear. He touched his forehead to hers, “I’m not mad, though that wasn’t very appropriate, especially not to say in a public park with children around.” It was lightly scolding what he say with no real anger behind it, even his minor moment or irritation seemed to have floated away.
He stood up straight and nodded when she suggested the fountain picture and moved to do just that, but he stopped when she seemed to decide to show him how to go through the pictures instead. He listened and watched her explanation, but instead of taking the camera and looking through them he moved toward the fountain fishing in his pocket for a coin. “Why don’t we finish getting photos here and we can look at them over lunch. Does that sound like a good idea? I mean I don’t want to pull you away from your photography session. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. I’m ready though if you want to take the fountain photo.”
She apologized though telling him not to be upset and explaining why she did it, that didn’t make him like it any more, but he nodded, his hand coming up to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear. He touched his forehead to hers, “I’m not mad, though that wasn’t very appropriate, especially not to say in a public park with children around.” It was lightly scolding what he say with no real anger behind it, even his minor moment or irritation seemed to have floated away.
He stood up straight and nodded when she suggested the fountain picture and moved to do just that, but he stopped when she seemed to decide to show him how to go through the pictures instead. He listened and watched her explanation, but instead of taking the camera and looking through them he moved toward the fountain fishing in his pocket for a coin. “Why don’t we finish getting photos here and we can look at them over lunch. Does that sound like a good idea? I mean I don’t want to pull you away from your photography session. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. I’m ready though if you want to take the fountain photo.”
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Someone could have just hit her over the head with twenty thousand tons of steel or drop a piano on her head. Because she was incredibly shocked and amazingly surprised by his sudden reaching out and touching. Geeeze. She almost dropped the camera. Thank goodness it had a wrist strap on it, or she would have. She made a quick reflex to grab it. Inwardly, she mind was just screaming and running around in circles. This. What was this? “Xanderr…” His name whispered on her lips full of asking and stating of things that couldn’t be articulated.
It was confusing. She felt herself liking it. Liking it far too much than what she felt comfortable with liking anything. It was kind of… romantic. A word she wouldn’t have associated with herself for so long; she couldn’t hardly remember the last time she ever experienced anything she’d classify as romantic. Sure, she went to bars and danced with guys and had drinks. She did lots of things, but almost none of them ever had this sort of sweet tenderness in them. “I…”
Even though part of her screamed for her to just back up and disconnect this touching. She was just too susceptible to touching. She couldn’t even do that. The longer she stood there unable to pull herself away. A part of herself realized that she was likely in trouble. She was getting herself in too deep. If she didn’t bail and move on from this soon, she’d reach a point of no return. Yet, standing there, looking up at him. She was almost sure he was going to kiss her. Her heart beat so hard in her chest; she wondered she was literally having a heart attack. When he didn’t, she exhaled. She released a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. ******** my life, she thought to herself. She needed to go to a shooting range after this or go visit a gym. Every nerve in her body was lit up, and she just didn’t know what to do with herself.
She laughed a whispered and breathy laugh. “Yeah. sorry about that. I just kind of knew you’d make that frowny face. It was the first thing that came to mind. Yeah. Let’s do the fountain picture.” She stopped. As much as she wanted to stop herself from spilling even more embarrassing things out of her mouth. She couldn’t stop. It was on her tongue and on her lips.
“Xander. I like you. I will always want to. To have lunch or … anything, really. I can come and take photos anytime I want, but you work a lot. You’re not always here whenever I am. I can come back when you’re at work or whenever I’m off again. I can go take pictures other places too. It’s just a way to keep myself busy. If it is doing something with you or staying behind to do something else. I would much rather spend time with you. ”
It was confusing. She felt herself liking it. Liking it far too much than what she felt comfortable with liking anything. It was kind of… romantic. A word she wouldn’t have associated with herself for so long; she couldn’t hardly remember the last time she ever experienced anything she’d classify as romantic. Sure, she went to bars and danced with guys and had drinks. She did lots of things, but almost none of them ever had this sort of sweet tenderness in them. “I…”
Even though part of her screamed for her to just back up and disconnect this touching. She was just too susceptible to touching. She couldn’t even do that. The longer she stood there unable to pull herself away. A part of herself realized that she was likely in trouble. She was getting herself in too deep. If she didn’t bail and move on from this soon, she’d reach a point of no return. Yet, standing there, looking up at him. She was almost sure he was going to kiss her. Her heart beat so hard in her chest; she wondered she was literally having a heart attack. When he didn’t, she exhaled. She released a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. ******** my life, she thought to herself. She needed to go to a shooting range after this or go visit a gym. Every nerve in her body was lit up, and she just didn’t know what to do with herself.
She laughed a whispered and breathy laugh. “Yeah. sorry about that. I just kind of knew you’d make that frowny face. It was the first thing that came to mind. Yeah. Let’s do the fountain picture.” She stopped. As much as she wanted to stop herself from spilling even more embarrassing things out of her mouth. She couldn’t stop. It was on her tongue and on her lips.
“Xander. I like you. I will always want to. To have lunch or … anything, really. I can come and take photos anytime I want, but you work a lot. You’re not always here whenever I am. I can come back when you’re at work or whenever I’m off again. I can go take pictures other places too. It’s just a way to keep myself busy. If it is doing something with you or staying behind to do something else. I would much rather spend time with you. ”
