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Chapter 11

Saylor Gray:

Okay so obviously the universe hates me. Out everywhere in the world, the idiot comes here? Not only that I have to photograph whatever he is here for. Kill me now I permit anyone to kill me. He looks at me his eyes doing that weird thing people do. He looks at me up and down slowly like he is trying to memorise every detail of well me, I guess. I do the same to him because why not? I look at his soft wavy but slightly curly datk brunette hair as my eyes settle on his muscular figure and that sharp jawline. Damn those inked arms. I then see his ringers and woah his veins okay one paper cut and he is finished. Hm, I'm tempted to do that now. He is wearing a typical black t-shirt with 3 different chains on his neck and black tracksuits. I look back up at his face and he was smirking. If I wasn't in front of Ash right now, I would probably smack the stupid smirk off his face but we all can't have what we want sadly.

 "This is for your dad's engagement? Ah okay, Saylor here is going to be your photographer and you can discuss the important details with her okay sir?" I hear Ashlynn say. 

What? Huh? I did not just hear that; I didn't even know they were talking. Ixion sniggered at me obviously enjoying this. 

"Are you sure?" I ask Ash, pressing my lips together while widening my eyes so she gets that I don't want to work with this particular human being. She didn't even bat an eye towards me and just said "You're the best I have Saylor so I'm sure."

 How great is that I'm stuck with this bloody idiot. I stand up and make my way to my office while muttering "Follow me."

 I enter my office and just to be extremely petty I push the door so it shuts on his face but I apparently forgot he has fast reflexes. I sat down on the comfy big chair that tends to swallow me but nonetheless, it's comfy and that's all that matters. I sigh and I look at him and ask the basic questions like what's the reason? What do you want me to do? Do you want me to wear something in particular? 

Turns out his disgraceful uncle is getting married and he (Well his uncle) wants me to photograph the engagement party and I have to wear a flipping fancy dress again. God, how bad can this get?

 "Okay well that's it, for now, you can come back same time next week now excuse me I'm going to go home," I say while packing my stuff. I don't want to be in the same room and breathe the same air as this person. 

"Who said we were done?" He spoke, I froze oh crap what does he mean? 

"Didn't I just interpret that? Sorry I wasn't clear enough were done here I have done what I had to do." I say and walk out of the office slamming the door on purpose. That felt good.

 I start mindlessly walking since I wasn't really supposed to finish work this early. I look around and see a mother who is pregnant and is holding her first child's hand while laughing. I get my camera out and put it around my neck and take a picture. Living in the moment is such a beautiful picture and we don't even know. It captures forgotten or normal memories and turns them into something meaningful. The best thing really about being a photographer is giving people a chance to go back not literally but mentally they can go back and live in the mesmerising moment. That's why I have a camera with me at all times so I can be prepared to catch a random moment. I go up to the lady and explain to her if she wants the picture and she was thrilled by how natural it looked so I gave her my number and told her to text me so I can send the picture to her. 

I see a corner café and enter it. I order a coffee and sit in the corner of the shop and flick through my camera seeing bright smiles and people's best days of their life. Suddenly, I hear footsteps stop and my table. I groan already knowing who it is. 

"Do I not speak English or something? Ixion let me be I don't want anything go to do with you" I moan out.

"Well too bad for you," He says while sitting down. 

"Excuse me? I did not give you permission to sit down." I snap at him.

 "You're excused and I don't give a shit to be fair" 

"What do you want," I say with my arms folded 

"You." I give him a blank look "Okay okay Jesus, can you at least hear me out?"

 "No Ixion I don't care about what you have to say. It's been what 4 or 5 years and we both have been doing fine without each other just let it be." I speak. I don't care about what he says we aren't ever going to be friends or anything the damage has already been done. "Also, if you expect me to even forgive you, you're going to have to earn it not just walk in here and say a weak ass apology." 

His lips lightly tipped up but it went in a second. "Damn I wanted to just give you an explanation but forgiving me? Looks like I got more then I bargained for." he teases. 

"Don't be an ass" I tell him. 

"Yeah yeah. Look can you just hear me out?"

 "No Ixion and even if I did, it doesn't automatically make us besties or anything." 

"I know that Saylor but at least think about it?" he raises an eyebrow.

 "Why do you even care so much?" I ask him.

 "I don't. I just don't want to work with someone who won't even look at me properly without glaring at me." he said.

 "point taken. You also deserve those glares cause you're a dick but it's still a no from me." I tell him.

 With that, I get up and leave. 

If he wants me to hear him then he is going to earn it.