Life In Colour

Adelaide 'Dela' Archer, 24, Photographer Well this is life in motion and just when I couldn't run this race, the sun bursts, clouds break

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H O L L Y :

“Oh my gosh, right? Like, I’m hella jealous here. I’m always trying to get s nice Snap for my story whenever I’m working this early and I’m out on the boat already but it never looks as nice as real life. If only a camera could really, truly capture the beauty of a sun rise. Or even a sunset. Like, it would be amazing and I’d print that out, turn it into a poster and hang it up in my room so I can wake up to the beauty of it every single day. But I don’t think they’ll ever make a camera in a phone that’s good enough for all of that.” 

“If it makes you feel any better it’s what I do for a living and even with all my gear I’ve never managed to get anything near poster worthy.”  Her nose wrinkles slightly in frustration but just as quickly as that emotion is felt it’s gone again and she’s bouncing on her toes slightly when she never could manage to stay still for long. “If I ever do though I’ll be sure to send one your way.” She pauses to laugh slightly. “To be honest, I think I’d be sending them to everyone if I did manage it. They’d need to go worldwide and show everyone how beautiful Homestead is.”

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R H Y S :

“Thanks,” Rhys answers shyly the comment about his name. “I think my mom must’ve thought it was a cute name, too. She got it from that actor Jonathan Rhys Meyers. He was in that movie August Rush.”

Rhys nods in agreement, glad to have found a kindred spirit in Adelaide. Yeah, there’s the kids in his classes who also have an interest in filmmaking, but how often does one just randomly stumble upon another person who desires the same thing out of life as you — which is, in his case, to capture the day-to-day beauty in the world and all its citizens? Rhys has an inkling that this girl is one and the same. “What kind of things do you take photographs of?” he asks. “Like, what’s your niche? People? Places? Animals? I’d love to see some. If you have some.” He stops himself, remembering that he has to allow her time to answer.

Laughing slightly, she kept her words light to let him know that she was teasing.  “Oh I know the one you mean! Probably better than the one I was thinking of - Rhys Ifans, you know, the weird roommate from Notting Hill or Luna’s dad in Harry Potter.”

His question catches her by surprise when it really shouldn’t and for a moment eyes are wide before she beings to speak. “My niche? I guess I haven’t found it yet - I like taking a bit of everything. I started with buildings and architecture - took a lot of that when I was in Europe but I think there’s something special about capturing a person in a way that they’d never see themselves as well.” Lifting her hands up slightly the brunette shrugs playfully while she continues with her answer. “I like showing people the beauty and magic in things that they see every day or even take for granted.” After a little pause and ignoring what she’s sure must be some rosiness on her face, Adelaide returns the question. “What about you?”

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D A R C Y :

Darcy let out a long, loud, dramatic sigh as if being stuck with Adelaide for the next couple of hours would have been the biggest problem of her life at that moment. “I guess I will try to survive the night,” she rolled her eyes, maybe even more dramatically than the sigh turned out to be, but her tone was light, joking. Adelaide quickly became one of her favorite coworkers since she started working in the theater, and aside from sometimes being able to sneak a peek into the plays they were selling tickets for, she enjoyed the slow shifts where they end up talking for hours without being interrupted were definitely her favorite part of the job.

She took another sip from her drink before grinning at the other girl. “Did you take any cool photos lately? Got any good jobs?” she asked, curious. She saw some of the pictures Adelaide took in the past few months and she loved the style she worked in and the work she did, so she was always curious and interested in anything new she did.

The corners of her lips twitched at Darcy’s sigh, always enjoying teasing of any form when she tended to use it as a form of expressing affection. It took a certain fondness for someone to tease them gentle and when she liked her coworker so much it was all too easy for her to play along. “However will you manage.” Shaking her head slightly her dry words are followed by a sip from her drink before she shrugs slightly and plays it all up even more. “They should give you a pay rise for it, really.”

Her work was something that she loved talking about and one of the things she liked about Darcy was the genuine interest that she showed in it that made sure that Adelaide didn’t have to worry about boring her with it all. “I booked a wedding later in the year which I’m excited but also nervous about. I know all the theory for it but I’ve never had the practise.” Her nose scrunches slightly when she was a little intimidated by the thought of it all but she was quick to move on. “And I managed to get a few good shots down at the beach - a couple of candids and a few of the ocean. What about you, up to anything fun?” 

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R H Y S :

Rhys’s dumb heart flutters at the prospect of making a friend (!) and a goofy grin spreads across his features. “Adelaide. That’s pretty. I’m Rhys. Did I say that already?” he can’t remember (imagine that).

He likes the way she seems so casually ethereal while looking out the window. A ray of sunlight echoes off the camera lens, creating a really nice lens flare, the kind that make Rhys jealous, like they’re in a more beautiful moment than he is, somehow, although, this time, he’s lucky to be inhabiting the same moment. He doesn’t want to seem overly zealous, so he cuts it and plays it back. Deciding he loves it, he scoots to the edge of the bench to show it to her. He leans over the aisle. “Check it out.”

“Thanks. Don’t worry, you didn’t.”  It’s hard for her not to match his grin with one of her own, warmth clear in hers when she’s never been opposed to adding more friends in her life. After all, everyone was unique and brought something different. “Rhys is cute too.”

Looking out the window she’s reminded of just how much she loves her home and adores every little thing about her. She’d always had a curious nature and a healthy amount of wanderlust but for all that had led her to explore Europe and left her wanting to see more of the world, Adelaide was almost certain she’d always return back to Homestead eventually. She’s almost lost in the view when Rhys’ voice pulls her out of it and she looks at the shot he shows her, a smile stretching over her lips once again. “That’s beautiful! I love capturing moments like that - the things that only really happen by chance and you were lucky enough to be there at that moment in time.”

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M A S O N :

“No worries, I’m still a little out of it so it wouldn’t have mattered if I fell over by now.” Mason jokingly said, although he was rather sleepy from the lack of sleep last night from binge watching a ghost show on netflix. He finally looked towards where she was looking out at and noticed he rarely took the time to appreciate the beauty of where he lived at. “If you take a picture you can look at it as long as you like.”

“Well as long as you wouldn’t have sued.” The brunette laughs lightly, always willing to make an effort with her friend’s roommate. She couldn’t claim to know Mason all that well but his next words cause her to raise an eyebrow, wondering whether they’d ever talked about their professions before. “Trust me, I’ve tried but I just can’t seem to get it right.” The words are said dryly, still disappointed that she’d not captured the perfect shot yet. “So I’ll just have to stick to people and buildings in the meantime.” 

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H O L L Y :

“Well, sadly, some people just don’t know how to enjoy life’s little pleasures. Not that it’s their faults,” she responded with a shrug. She agreed with the woman, she’d never understand how someone could look at the beauty of a sunrise and not feel anything. Or worse, not even care to pay attention during the spectacular moment. “Oh, goodness, yes! The universe really does work in such a mysterious way and I love it. I especially love the days when the sky is just all bright and orange. It’s a little silly but it always makes me think of the opening from The Lion King and I just love it. But I also really love the days when its a nice, light blue sky with pinky clouds, just before the sunrise and then as it rises up, everything turns purple. Those are good ones too.” 

“I guess not, just means we’ll have to enjoy them all the more to make up for it.” Some people couldn’t be made to stop and take time out of their lives to enjoy nature in all its finest and if anything, Adelaide almost felt sorry for them. It seemed sad that they were too wrapped up in work to be able to appreciate the simple things in life. She was a firm believer that the best things in life were free. “It’s exactly like that! The animators captured it far better than I ever could.” She’d started beaming at the mention of the film that she loved so much before nodding along to what the other young woman had to say about all the different types. “I couldn’t have said it better myself. They’re all lovely and seem to constantly outdo each other, it’s why I try not to miss one.”

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Z A R A :

The sky was the perfect blend of colors: yellow and orange and purple as the sun started to set beyond the horizon. Despite the balmy weather, this time of day always seemed to be a popular one in Homestead. The concrete path along the edge of the beach was littered with tourists and locals alike. People pausing to stare at the sunset, people hitting the sand or spraying the sidewalk with dripping wetsuits and surfboards. While, normally, Zara’d be walking Justin Bobby and/or another dog, tonight she was alone. After a full day of classes, she needed the walk to sift through her thoughts. Maybe she’d treat herself to a nice dinner. She didn’t have a destination in mind—right now, it was only Zara and the footpath.

Adelaide Archer was perched on her bicycle, taking up half the sidewalk. “Sorry.” Zara apologised, almost automatically. She too stopped to admire the view. “You’ve got an artist’s eye, that’s why.” Moments like this, moments that Adelaide could capture, would never get old, she was sure. Just like seeing a dog on the street would never get old for Zara. “Where’s your camera?” Like it was an extension of her as a person. Associations. If Zara was known for anything, it had to be her dogs. Or her family. Right?

A smile curls onto her lips at the older woman’s words, appreciating them even though she never had been able to take a compliment all that well. It wasn’t that she didn’t have confidence in herself, she knew her shots were good, but she always struggled to see herself as an artist when her medium didn’t include paint or pencil. “I don’t know if I’d go that far but I do know how to frame a shot nicely.” Laughing softly, the brunette dug into her bag and pulled out the object in question. “Right here.” As she tilted it back and forth slightly, Adelaide looked at the view once more. “I would have it out but I’ve never managed to get it to do this justice.”

Pulling her attention away from the scenery to look at Zara, her voice takes on its teasing tone that she always slips into so easily. “I almost didn’t recognise you without any dogs.” She’s always liked Zara, another person whose passion is as much a part of them as her photography is of her. The other woman’s supposed reserved nature had never been seen as an issue when she had little problem asking questions or talking to fill the conversation. “How have you been? Anything exciting happened?”

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A I D E N :

If there was one thing Adelaide could always get out of Aiden it was a smile. There were other things and people that made Aiden laugh, obviously. He wasn’t a robot but there were times Aiden would fake laugh or put on a smile for appearances. There were times he’d joke around with people or be sarcastic just to hide what was really going on in his head. It always brought him back to something his mother told him many times when he was a kid. Sarcasm is just a nice way to say someone is fibbing about something not so subtly and Aiden happened to be a pretty sarcastic person. It was like hiding behind a mask and not having to say anything real or saying it but saying it in some sort of code not many would catch onto. That worked for the male, but that was besides the point right now. The point of right now was that hanging out with Adelaide he didn’t have to wear the masks or play pretend. 

He wanted to be a better person around her and some would say that is a big act on Aiden’s part but he didn’t feel the weight that usually came along with pretending. When he was around her it felt light, like they were having fun. The jokes and teasing were actually jokes and teasing not methods of hiding inner emotions and the smiles and laughs were genuine. It was probably why they clicked so well. Aiden was comfortable around her. Although, there were moments he feared he wouldn’t be the type of person she’d wanna hang around. Not that she wouldn’t make it clear if he was being an idiot. She would. “I don’t know if they’d be embarrassed. They were probably entertained. I mean, who wouldn’t be entertained by a tiny 5′3″ woman jumping up and down and screaming her head off?” He laughed, Aiden would do the same for Adelaide. If she was to have a gallery opening, which he hoped would happen for her, he would be there. Maybe he wouldn’t be jumping up and down and screaming his head off – it didn’t really seem like the setting but he would be there and he did respect it. Art was art to him no matter the form. “Please, you are definitely a fangirl. Nothing is gonna change my mind. You can only get called adorable if you accept to being my first fangirl.” Teasing her, he brought his glass up to his lips and drank a good amount of the whiskey in his glass. 

“I can’t write a song about you. Then everyone would figure out who you are and steal you away from me.” He laughed, in all honesty Aiden didn’t know how to write about anything that made him feel good. It was all struggles and pain. Those were easier emotions for the male to express. Leaning up against the bar, he let his arm rest against it taking another good sip of his beverage. It was honestly helping some of the nerves that were still in his stomach fade away. There was a time when Aiden wouldn’t play his music anywhere but in his apartment or in his bedroom back at his mothers home and now here he was. It wasn’t anything big but it was something. It was much more than what he had been doing and with Adelaide boosting his ego ( which was needed with how self-conscious Aiden was. ) He felt like maybe he wasn’t doing so bad? At least on the music front? “Why am I not even a little surprised that you’d be the one making the shirts?” He really didn’t know how to say a proper thank you when people tried to make him feel good about things, did he? “Oh you know me, just a lot of brooding and musician like duties. Honestly, lots of work. Been picking up a lot of shifts here that don’t always include my guitar. What about you? What have the one and only Adelaide Archer been up to? Other than fangirling over tall dark and handsome musician types, obviously.” Aiden added sarcastically. 

The friendship that she’d manage to strike up with Aiden was something of a pleasant surprise to her and now he was unarguably an important part of her life. When she’d first approached him on impulse to congratulate him after one of his shows, she couldn’t have predicted that anything more would have come for it than a simple thank you. Instead what was a simple gesture of appreciation had led to the start of a relationship full of teasing but no less caring or supportive because of it. Things were always so easy with him and she would never cease to be pleased at the fact that she managed to bring a smile to his face and laughter from his lips. It wasn’t as though she couldn’t do the same with other people but it meant that little bit more with him when she didn’t have to work all that hard for it but knew that not everyone shared the same ability. They were always just themselves and that was what made it so enjoyable.

Brown eyes can’t help but roll at his description of her cheering for him even though she knew it was probably pretty accurate considering how much enthusiasm she backed it up with. “Oh sure, all those people were definitely watching me instead of the actually talented one.” Moving to stand by his side so she could gesture out to the crowd, Adelaide played up her words knowing fine well that even if now their attention was fixed elsewhere not too long ago all eyes had been on him. “If that was really the case you’ll have to step up your game. And less of the tiny.” Her elbow finds its way into his side before she quickly darts back to her old place, facing him once again. Slim shoulders shrug slightly when she’s never been all that bothered by her height, although even if she was her apparent inability to walk in heels would have put an end to any hopes that she might have been able to add an extra couple of inches. “So I might be an inch shorter than the average but it’s not my fault you stole all the height.” A pointed look is sent his way as she takes another sip of her drink to hide the smile that was forming on her lips, the one that truthfully was almost always there in his company. Mid-way through her drink however, she can’t help but shoot another quip his way. “At least I don’t have to worry about low ceilings.” As she finished the last of her drink, her smile shifts into something of pout. “You drive a hard bargain, Foster. But fine, just so long as it’s always adorable first and fangirl as an afterthought.”

There’s a playful shake of her head as he reasons why she won’t be the subject of his next hit. “Have a little faith in my loyalty, Aid, or do I have to remind you that you’re stuck with me now?” Despite her laughter at the end, her words ring true when she’s always stuck by those that she considers friends through thick and thin. Others had cautioned her against such behaviour, telling her it would only lead to her being let down but so far her faith in others had proved sound and she wasn’t about to adjust her view on it all now. An eyebrow raised at his next comment. “Tall, dark and handsome musician types? Not sure I know any of those.” There’s a smirk on her lips when she knows fine well it’s pretty undeniable that Aiden is an attractive guy but ribbing someone always had been a mark of her affection for them. With a slight tilt of her head, the brunette hummed slightly as though she was musing over his words. “’The one and only Adelaide Archer’ I might have to start putting that on my business cards.” After placing her empty glass on the bar and getting on tip toes to lean over it slightly in order to catch someone’s attention, she gives him her answer with an easy tone to her voice. “I’ve had a few shoots which seem to have gone well so hopefully I’ll get some more work off the back of them. Other than that just down at the Seminole and of course turning out to support you.”

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R H Y S :

Rhys happily films her while she speaks, finding her an absolutely easy subject. “I’m like the paparazzi of pre-fame artists,” he muses. “But wouldn’t that be something? If I kept this rare footage and then you blow up suddenly, and I release it exclusively with YouTube Red, and your fans all purchase a one-month subscription in order to watch it. And then I’m getting interviewed, and I’m, like, yeah, I totally knew her! We took the bus together once. And then they ask me stuff about you, and I have to make up some stuff because I’m lying; I didn’t really know you, at least not yet in this current timeline.“ He zooms out on his subject, getting as much of the scene in focus as possible. "Would you mind looking that way again?” he points.

The way he doesn’t stop speaking is endearing to her when she’s always liked people who weren’t afraid to speak their mind or talk about themselves. She’s pretty sure that her features are permanently fixed into a display of soft amusement only for them to break into a little laugh as well. “Well just in case you need a name to help you recognise me, I’m Adelaide.” Grinning, the brunette raised a brow at his statement that he’d have to fabricate things about her. “And who’s to say you’d be lying? There’s nothing to say this’ll be the last time you see me. A photographer and a filmmaker, I’d say we’re bound to have stuff in common.” At his request, she turns to look out the window once again. “Oh sure.”

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D A R C Y :

Darcy thanked the guy behind the counter with a smile and took the two bottle of sodas she got and then headed back to the register where Adelaide and her were both on shifts. It was relatively quiet at this point, barely anyone coming in to buy tickets, but both of them had a good chunk of their shifts left. There were coworkers where it would hace meant sitting around in silent and trying to pass the time without getting too bored, but with Adelaide, it was never like that, they always ended up talking about everything and anything.

“There you go,” she said handing the bottle towards the other girl as she got back to their booth and then popped down onto her seat and took a sip from her own. “Do you think we will have some customers until the end of our shift, or this one will be yet another quiet night?”

Working at the theatre was something of a necessity for her when her photography didn’t quite bring in a steady stream of cash but it had never truly felt like a job. She liked spending her time there and the shifts never truly seemed to drag, even less so when she managed to get on shift with Darcy. The two women had just clicked upon discovering a similar worldview and mentality which meant that those quiet nights went by all the faster with the blonde by her side. 

Looking up with a smile she took the soda from her coworker’s hand. “Thanks, nice to know there are some perks.” The words are light when she’s never had any issue with the job. As she takes a sip, Adelaide tilts her head slightly to the side as she considers it. “If the last few are anything to go by I think it’ll be kinda quiet.” Her lips curve up into a smirk. “Which means that you’re stuck with me once again.”

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A A L I Y A H :

“I mean there might be people who like that. Weird people, but in this world I have learned to never say never,” Aaliyah pointed out because there were certainly some individuals that she felt lived to make other people’s lives difficult. “But you’re a stranger and I already know that you aren’t in that category of people, so that’s great.” Most of the people in this town were great. It was better than New York already and she had barely even started to get to know everyone. “Really? What makes this one special?” Aaliyah had never really noticed a difference between the sunrises and sunsets. She wasn’t quite sure what made one better or worse and as though to try and discern a difference for herself, she looked out and attempted. But she reached no such enlightenment so the other woman would have to enlighten her. 

“I’m glad to hear it although I’m pretty sure I will end up falling into the weird category sooner rather than later.” She laughs lightly as if to show that her self deprecating words are in jest rather than any real seriousness. In her mind they all had their quirks - that was what she loved bringing out on camera - it was crucial to what made them all unique and if you found the right  people to surround yourself with they loved you for them rather than in spite of them. Although Adelaide was all too aware that some people’s quirks weren’t all that positive even if she did try to find something good. At the other brunette’s question, she paused and cast her gaze out once more. “Well I think for me it’s sentimental value. Years of growing up with it and then seeing it at the end of some of the happiest days of my childhood but then also having something equally as beautiful to wake me up for a brand new day and brand new adventures. I think it’s just nice then a cityscape.”

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The simplest way to describe Adelaide’s wardrobe would be bright. Her favourite item is without a doubt a colourful pair of shorts and her cupboard is practically bursting with them in all shades and patterns. To finish off her outfit she’ll usually put on a loose cami or blouse, either matching one of the colours in her shorts or just plan white. 

For the more formal occasions or even just because she feels like dressing up, a bright halterneck dress is usually her go to, matched with a pair of pretty sandals when she’s never managed to get the hang of walking in heel.

Adelaide jingles wherever she goes thanks to her love of jewellery. In her mind there is no such thing as too much and her wrists and ankles are always adorned with bracelets and anklets with her liking to layer up on necklaces as well. 

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W I L L I A M :

He rolled his eyes in mock frustration at her insistence at him being her favorite subject. Truth be told, having his picture taken put him too much in the spotlight for Will’s liking, but with Dela, so much of it was candid and natural that half the time he didn’t even notice. He couldn’t help but feel at ease when she was around and that translated to how the photos she took of him worked out. 

He laughed at her suggestion that she’d one day not only arrive before him but also get the chance to buy him 10 rounds. Will knew his sister, and the day that happened would be a miracle. “I’m not holding my breath, Dela.” he teased, before raising how own glass to his lips. He nearly choked with laughter at her not so smooth transition of topics. “You really are something else, you know that?” he shook his head. “No, no ladies on the scene, thank you very much.” His answer was truthful, Will hadn’t been in a relationship in years, hadn’t even gotten close to one in nearly that long as well. Being a workaholic didn’t exactly mesh well with a dating life. “But Trey’s doing good. He’s finally starting to calm down on our morning walks.” Will very easily transitioned to a topic he actually had something to talk about. 

Her brother rolls his eyes and she giggles unashamedly before taking a sip of her drink. It was moments like that which were her favourite: the simple little ones that made it impossible to feel like they weren’t family. Shrugging lightly, she sees little point in arguing something that they both know he’s right about, besides lateness was simply a part of her. “You probably better hadn’t, I’d hate to be responsible for you passing out.”

A playful pout sits on her lips as he effectively shuts down her questioning. “Come on, Will, there must be someone.” Her voice is pleading, trying to wheedle anything useful out of him. He was a great guy, possibly the best she knew, and for that Adelaide wanted the best for him and things that would bring him happiness. It wasn’t so much that she thought he needed someone in his life, more that he deserved to have someone who loved him in a way that she and their family couldn’t. Maybe it was a double standard when she had yet to settle down with anyone but that was easily defended when she still had years to go. Still, she lets the topic shift to his dog when she adores the animal, finding Trey’s energy contagious whenever she gets to spend time with him. “I hope he’s not calmed down too much, I love how boisterous and rambunctious he is! I’ll have to stop by sometime and make sure you’re still giving him enough fun.” 

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D A K O T A :

“You weren’t, but I will make sure to add your name to my list”, Dakota was quick to rectify the situation. Even if it was only a joke she continued to play. At the mention of the small collection of pictures that Adelaide had collecting over the years, Dakota couldn’t help but blush. She was never really one for the spotlight, or at least, she never liked it. But in the same fashion, she couldn’t ever say no to her friend and her friends request. “Probably, you documents my awkward years in film better than any other person in the world. If I ever find someone I like, I’m going to need you to burn all the evidence of braces and glasses.”

“Nicely saved.” Grinning at her friend she slows her excited pace slightly to walk beside her. Once in step she bumped her shoulder against the blonde’s lightly, teasing when she knew that she could after her own awkward stages had been witnessed by her too. “Aw come on, you were still cute back then. Besides, I need some proof that you weren’t always the goddess that you are now.” Knowing that Dakota complied with her requests out of friendship rather than a want or need to be her muse, seen by everyone in the most artistic of ways, Adelaide was quick to give her some sort of reassurances as well. “But you have my word I’ll only use them for good.”

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H O L L Y :

Florida sunrises were a force to be reckon with, especially in such a beautiful, tropical place like Homestead. It was pretty much the only reason she was okay with going into work this early. So many tourists loved the idea of starting their grand, Biscayne Bay tour off by watching the sun come up. But she knew better than anyone that the energy they had would quickly diminish as the tour really got going. Especially since nothing was really open yet. As she was walking toward the the main office, her path was blocked by an on looker? Possibly one of the people there for the tour. “Oh, no! Don’t be silly, you’re perfectly fine,” she quickly spoke, just in case the woman was actually one of the paying tourists. “I totally can’t fault anyone for being distracted by the view, it’s just so beautiful. Especially against the water like this.” 

The young woman reassures her that she wasn’t as in the way as she’d assumed and for that Adelaide flashes her a warm smile. Then she’s nodding along to what she’s saying, pleased to hear that they share the same opinion about the view when she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from judging anyone who could pay no attention to such a wonderful sight. “Exactly! I must have seen it a hundred times but I’ll never understand how people can just walk right on by.” While she did think that cameras could capture a moment in a way that the eye sometimes couldn’t, sunrises and sunsets were perhaps the one occasion when she wasn’t sure if that held true. The colours were just so vibrant, everything merging together so flawlessly that it couldn’t quite be replicated on film no matter how many times she tried. Instead she enjoyed the real thing, never missing one wherever she could. “It’s different every time.”