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Beauvoir was trying his damnedest to not lose his mind. Not only was he swamped with work that he did not want to do, but he was also worrying about the payment from his side job that was late.
"No, ma'am, the photos were fifteen thousand each. No, ma'am-I need that payment, I can't wait another week? No, ma'am!"
"Trouble in business?"
Beauvoir held his hand up at the interrupting male, sending a piercing glare in the brunet's direction. "Ma'am, I'm unfortunately going to have to-excuse me? Thirty days? No, I cannot wait that long! I sent those photos to you almost two weeks ago and you promised payment on the-ma'am? Ma'am?!"
Beauvoir threw his phone down and shoved his face into his hands, suppressing a scream that was so-very-tempting to release. The brunet now sat across the table from Beauvoir prodded the frustrated male with his foot. "What happened?"
"SHE HUNG UP ON ME!"
Beauvoir's hands landed on the tabletop, a loud thud following the sudden movement and Tōru chuckled and mimicked the boy's frustrated actions. Beauvoir glared over at the brunet, though, and began to go through his large, overstuffed binder. "You think you're funny, but that woman made me take twenty photos of just her dumb cactus! Tell me why someone who is getting charged fifteen thousand yen per picture would make the photographer take that many of a plant?!"
"Why so much?" Tōru rolled the apple he had magically summoned on the tabletop, now leaning his cheek into his free left palm. "I mean, I can get my photo taken for free."
"Then she should have thought about that before hiring a broke college kid." Beauvoir snatched a single paper from the binder and started to scribble furiously, his fringe falling into his eyes as he wrote almost passionately.
Tōru had to admit that about Beauvoir-he was passionate, especially when it came to his photography. And though he usually thought rationally and logically, he would allow his frustration and anger bubble over sometimes and he would act rash and blunt. Tōru saw Beauvoir as a great friend with which he could see himself maybe having a nice dinner and conversation. Maybe even a bit more fun after that dinner.
"Ya' know," Tōru leaned forward a bit with a slight smirk, watching Beauvoir's head fly up and a glare point in the brunet's direction. "Don't glare at me like that-you could take some pictures of me and I'll compensate you?"
"You aren't a customer," Beauvoir glared back down at the paper, starting to erase at a mistake he had written. "Plus, I'd take your photos any day."
Was that flirting, Tōru questioned. It sure sounded like it.
"Well, can I take up your offer?"
A slight smile curled at Beauvoir's mouth and Tōru felt a jolt shot up from his chest and to his brain. This boy will be the death of me.
