Art is risk. (H.S.)

Chapter 4

I told Liz about the idea that made me rush into the coffeehouse;

I wanted to work together with her on a project. I proposed a project in wich I'd take pictures of her coffeeshop, latte art, customers and so on. We could work them out in a creative way and use them as decoration in the coffeehouse.

"Zara, you have to understand that I can't just answer this right now."

"Of course, don't worry."

I drank the rest of my tea and stood up. "At least, thank you for listening."

"Always, my dear." She smiled up at me, stood up and hugged me. "I have to get back to work now, can I have your phone number, please? I'll let you know what I think about your plans. I like them though."

I smiled happily and gave her my number. I left the living room, said bye to Liz and walked outside.

It's time for some street photography.

It was around noon. The weather was boring; a white sky because of all the clouds. Puddles were filling up lower parts of the street or the sidewalk. It wasn't raining anymore. It was the perfect weather for street photography.

Back in London, I used to do this a lot too. I'd take pictures of strangers without there faces clearly in sight. Sometimes I'd take a picture and if the persons face was in sight, I'd ask them if they were okay with it. Some were and then we became friends after seeing them more at the places we both would come a lot. Others weren't okay with it and wanted me to delete it.

But then I'd just blare their faces with photoshop because I loved the picture.

I walked through the streets and inspected the hidden beauties. I brought my camera to my eye and focused. People with their shadows, old men, reflections in puddles... Different pictures were taken. I was watching the result of my last shot when a hoarse voice spoke behind me.

"Taking some pictures in the wonderfull streets of New York City, hugh?"

I turned around and saw Harry smiling at me.

"Harry." I saluted him.

"Zara," he grinned "can I?" He asked and motioned to the camera in my hands.

"Sure," I smiled at him and gave him my camera "don't steel it from me, though."

He lightly giggled and looked through my pictures.

"These are actually really beautiful." He said after a while.

"You know, " he said "you can do something you like and be good at it but this, Zara," he looked at me "this is art, and you have the talent."

I smiled through my blush and looked at my feet. "Thanks." I said quietly, "Means a lot." It did.

His inked fingers took my chin and made me look at him.

"Don't look down, you need to do something with it."

I smiled and looked at his green eyes.

"I actually am planning on doing that."

He gave me my camera back.

"Tell me." He motioned to me to walk next to him. We walked down the street as I told him my plans with the coffeehouse.

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"I hope she accepts my offer." I told him.

"She will, trust me." He smiled and looked at his watch.

"It's 1:30, want to grab some lunch?" He stood in front of me with his hands in his pockets.

"Sure, where to?" I smiled, I liked spending time with Harry.