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"Thats great!" You said as you took multiple photos. The handsome man in front of you posed, leaning back on the bar. "Great, now, were going to have a backdrop for these next couple of photos. So you can have a snack or a seat." You said before turning around and emptying the film and replacing it with new ones.
"Thanks love" he said taking a seat next to the table you were at. You watched as he took off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. You watched as his slightly calloused hand, from all the years of playing chess, played with his golden locks. "You seem pretty young to be a head reporter at chess review." You smiled because you got this all of the time, and you knew he did to. Benny being the u.s. chess campion at 13. The now 19 year old asked you.
"Your pretty young to be the u.s. chess champion." You said back with a slight smile as you fiddled with your camera. He chuckled at this.
"Its not everyday my photos taken by such a successful 19 year old. Let alone a beautiful one." He flirted and you bit your lip. "I mean, your one if the heads of chess review and your only 19. How long have you been working there?" He asked you.
"Only a year," you replied. Turning to look at him now.
"A year. Wow. It took you a year to rise the ranks of a company that makes millions of dollars every year. Its impressive." He smirked, he leaned in the back of his chair.
"Meh, its a job." You shrugged.
"Yeah, not your dream?"
"No. I'm a good writer-"
"No, your a damn amazing one." Je corrected.
"Thank you," you smiled. He smirked at your smile. "Im a 'damn amazing' writer." You corrected. "Im pretty great at photography. But I wish I actually played she's instead of wrote about it."
"Yeah?" He stood up moving so he was towering over you. He removed his jacket and adjusted his shirt before getting back to the conversation.
"Yep, I played when I was little. And I won a lot of competitions. I could have made it far but one I was making more oney than she was, she forbid me to play." You you explained.
"Why?" He asked baffled.
"Because, 'when a woman plays a man's game, she is equal to skum, and needs to learn her place.' She then proceeded to dress me in girly dresses, and bought me baby dolls." You relayed the memories with anger. Benny looked at you shocked, shaking his head at what your mother said.
"Thats horrid. Well the dresses didn't stick." He said pointing to your leather pants.
"No. They did not." You giggled. "Everything I do now is something she'd hate. She always tried to tell me that my place was to get married, and pump out babies, and that brains were for men."you continued
"Well. Does that mean you still play?"
"Whenever I have freetime, or need a little extra spending money." You said.
"We should play sometime." He smirked.
"You smirk a lot." You pointed out.
"Do I?"
"Its cute." You said nonchalantly. Looking down at your fingernails.
"Is it?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I like your hair too." You continued, now looking up at him.
"Oh, im sure you do." He said, and before he could continue a man came up to you telling you that the backdrop was ready. Benny walked over to the stool and sat on it.
"So mister watts. It says on my paper that chess review wants a few shirtless portraits, looks like we are gearing ourselves to be more like sports illustrated." Which earned a few laughs. He chuckled and began to unbutton his shirt. He looked up at you through his eyebrows, with a coy smile. You brought your hand up to your mouth and rested your pointer finger in the corner of your mouth.
"Keep that hat on, and you can just place your shirt anywhere." You instructed. "Okay." You walked up to him. "Put your right arm across your stomach." He did it, but his arm was to high, so you reached out and moved his arm so it was more across his stomach. You let your fingers brush across his abs. "And, the other one..." you trailed off as you moved his arm just right.
"Getting handsy aren't we? Darling." He smirked. He whispered so only you could hear.
"Like you want me stop." you challenged.
"Only an observation." He defended. You backed up and grabbed your camera.
"Now try and look as mysterious as possible." He looked at the camera and you took, what seemed liked, 100s of photos. "Great. Lean a little to the side." Perfect. You took a bunch of photos, gangly getting the perfect ones. "Great." You changed your voice into the boss voice. "Okay everybody! That's a wrap! Your free to go!" Everybody began to filter through. Grabbing their things and mumbling a quick thanks or have a good day, before they left. "See you all next week, have a good weekend." You said before turning around gathering a your camera bag. You suddenly felt a presence behind you.
"Like most burnt out child prodigys, I assume you drink." You spun around to face the owner of the voice.
"I had an abusive mother and I graduated college at 17, of course I like a good drink." You smiled and he chuckled. He bagan to button his shirt back up and throw on his long jacket.
"Well. Do you want to get a drink. My treat?" He asked you.
"Its a date." You smiled. This was going to be fun.
