A lie that finds its shape in its obvious falsity requested a reaction, which soon was received. His smile scrapes his expression on the surface clear of any tone pointing toward ill-advised seriousness. Itâs a smirk, soon fleshed out, though less broad in size than the one she bears on her face, stage for the shadowplay the sun seems so keen on. He adjusts his position, a near-pleased glint reflecting against bright eyes as she agrees to play along with the wrong words. Sitting upright when she approaches and lowers her frame onto his lap. Thereâs an idea slowly gaining shape inside his mind but his lips remain sealed. Heâs aware of how it was bound to backfire, though itâs the curiosity that drives him further toward the inevitable vocalization. âCan I take a look at your camera?â
âMy camera?â Repeating the question, her eyebrows raising slightly. It isnât the first time that heâs asked to look at some of her work, although sheâs a little surprised that itâs what he wanted to do right now. However, she hasnât forgotten the agreement they had made with one another either, she could take some pictures of him, but only if he could take some of her as well. âIf you want to,â reaching to grab her bag, rummaging through the contents for a moment before she pulls it out, holding it firmly in her hands. Her most treasured possession, she had saved for months to purchase it, something that she wouldnât trust handing over to most people, although he certainly wasnât most people. Placing the Nikon camera carefully in his hands.
