long, thin fingers brushed away nonexistent dust on the screen of the camera she held on her lap, excitement bubbling inside the pit of her stomach. the twenty-one year old was giddy as a girl a third of her age at new years, and she reflected this by the energy she'd directed into a rapid up and down bounce of her knee as she scrolled through photos on her camera. beside her on the train seat laid a messenger bag filled with various filters and lenses, flashes and a retractable monopod, all in preparation for the event she'd been awaiting for weeks now.
reaching for the lens cap on her camera, she pulled it off swiftly with a smooth depression of the clasps on each side, depositing the plastic circle into her pocket. taking the close focus lens from her bag, she screwed it tightly onto her base, making sure it was secure. fiddling with the settings a bit, she then raised the viewfinder to her right eye and focused the lens, snapping a photo of the small, etched-in word of graffiti 'tomorrow'. vivid images of possible public offenders inscribing the harmless word onto the area of wall just below the train's window danced through hara's mind, ranging from the poetically cliche troubled teenager, to the hilariously improbably ahjumma. it wasn't long in her self-entertained state that the bells rang overhead to signal the train's arrival at her platform of destination.
unprepared for the sudden arrival and clumsy when rushed, hara gathered her belongings up quickly, cradling her camera in her arms as well as her messenger bag. she hadn't bothered pulling the strap of her bag over her head; she didn't have time. arms aching from the weight of her equipment and trying desperately to juggle them in just the correct way that they wouldn't fall in her escape to the platform, hara's body tilted to the side, and she could hear the soft "plink" as her lens cap slid out of her pocket and fell to the floor.
"aigoo..." she sighed in exasperation as she carefully (and awkwardly) squatted in attempt to pick the piece of plastic back up without dropping her ridiculously expensive belongings. balancing the most of her equipment on one arm, the girl extended her other, reaching... reaching.. reaching... got it!
that moment of stunned, exasperated silence fell upon the young woman as she stared at her array of photography equipment that was now splayed out in a one meter radius around her. luckily, the fall had been a short one due to her squatted stance, but just the idea that her efforts had been for nothing brought a distressed, pained expression to her face.
"wait sir, look out for my--!" she warned before a heel came smashing down on one of her lens filters. the hopeless, exhausted expression only deepened on her brow as she closed her eyes in defeat. it was only a second later, after she'd opened her eyes again that she realized who it had been that had just smashed a piece of her equipment.
"m-mitsuji... sen-sshi?" she stuttered, a rush of star struck wonder filling her stomach. "you just.. i mean i guess it's okay but... oh my gosh."
well, if it was him, then she guessed it was alright. lens filters were easily replaceable anyways.
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