“nice, pay is always good.” aiden replies only half sarcastically, but there is no real passive-aggressiveness in it whatsoever. he just hopes to tone down the tensity in this culture (especially professional ones, at that,) with a sprinkle of raillery. if it doesn’t translate well? gosh, then he hopes it does some day.
his lips purse into a small smile at the mention of his go-to item on the bread blue’s menu, clicking his camera onto the clamp of the tripod. “yeah? i’ll also slide in some extra shots for you guys then. i mean, i always do that without getting free food anyway, but.” the whole eye-for-eye culture in korea, though? he stands by it. both for good and bad situations.
“yeah, there’s no need to be that ‘artistic’ when it comes to food. whatever’s bold and big and appetite-inducing works. not too sure about those cocktail umbrellas, though.” he learned this the hard way, having to throw away pieces of his artist’s dignity every time a marketing manager or a proclaimed aesthete has replied with, ‘looks pretty, but it didn’t boost our sales.’
in the end, he’s not putting these pictures up at a gallery show. money makes money.
“i got you with the farm-to-table fresh concept. mind if i use your hand, though? maybe like, grab that pie server and lift the piece of cake up a bit.” he pleads through the viewfinder, adjusting the head of the tripod to find the fitting composition.
“well, when isn’t it?” she tosses back, in equal, easy measure. her familiarity with freelancing extends only as far as the complaints of others go, tumbling free over the pour up of second and third rounds and the comforting sound of a grill sizzling. drifting isn’t in her nature, but sympathy in the wake of trying to make it is. it’s a hard knock life out there, for what it’s worth and what it isn’t. "i'd appreciate that, thanks!"
the papers are brushed back inside a manila folder. "i get what you mean," she nods. making out something more than what it really is the kicker with the optics. life imitating art and vice versa, except it's not totally deceptive. or so she hopes. getting up from the chair, she adds with a chuckle, "we didn't have them as part of our budget this time, so uh, we’re in the clear here."
stepping up then stepping away to the table, yeojin picks it up in the flat of her palm at his direction. "should i angle it?" the platter is tilted towards the camera to demonstrate, fruit glaze glistening under the pendant lighting.
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