Smile for the lenses (Jack Barakat)

Capturing you.

I couldn't sit still in the car. My favorite boy band was playing and all I could do was shake my hips against the seat and sing (well, scream) along. I had my favorite Starbucks drink in the cup holder and my favorite spring scarf on.

Traffic. Fucking kill me.

'what makes you beautiful' by One Direction played threw my speakers.

"THATS WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL!" I yelled to a little girl in the backseat of a mini van. She smiled in realization I was playing One Direction and she immediately turned to her mom in the drivers seat and yelled, "that lady is playing my favorite band!"

I giggled. She had blonde curly hair and a light green dress. She was so cute with her rosey cheeks and pink fingernails.

She flashed me her Louis doll, and yelled "he's my favorite!"

I didn't know they made dolls..

In shock I yelled, "he's my favorite too!"

Her mom got after her and yelled, "Kaitlyn, get back in your car seat and leave her alone!"

She muttered, I think it was, a sorry.

I decided to replay the song to lift her sorrows of being in trouble and she smiled. I giggled at her cuteness and I sang along with the song one more time.

She even got into it and we sang along together in two separate cars. She didn't know the words all that well, but it was fun either way.

Cars were finally moving. Relief strucked over me and before I could drive up forward I yelled to the little girl named Kaitlyn and told her thank you for singing along with me.

I waved to her and her mom and took the next exit and made my way to the next city.

I arrived at work a little late then usual, but to my disappointment my store manager, Sara, was late. Again.

I kicked my foot on the concrete and muttered, "fuck." I can't believe this. I grabbed my keys from my bag and picked out the owl key on my keychain and opened the door to my studio.

The hell.

She didn't even try to pick up and clean from last night. There's dirt and debris all along the ground along, with Negatives and proofs. The glass counter was still messy with people's fingerprints. The photos along the wall were crooked and some were missing.

Last night, it was busy and I left Sara in charge of cleaning while I had my last appointment with a family in the back room. Instead of checking on her I told the family to walk out the back with me since they parked in the next street over.

Bad mistake.

I sighed and grabbed my phone to call Jayden and asked him for some help.

"hello?" he asked. He sounded groggy.. I hope I didn't wake him.

"hey..it's me. I'm sorry to ask this, but anyway you come and help me clean up the shop before my next appointment?"

"isn't that's Sara's job?"

"yeah, but she never came in to clean nor did she clean last night. The place is wrecked, Jayden..help?" I pleaded.

"god, such a lazy bitch!" he muttered, "yeah I'll be there in a second.."

Thank baby Jesus.

Sara wasn't like this before. There was a time she actually came in on time and actually did her job. I was pleased so I raised her to store manager, that was my fault. After that raise, she became lazy. Didn't do her work or even bothered to come in someways.