Morrisseys Pov:
I walk up to the shooting set where I will be doing a photoshoot today.
I notice somebody standing next to my photographer. My stomach drops.
She shoots a stare at me. Was i glaring?
I decide to break eye contact by looking at my surroundings awkwardly. I notice a book on a bench. I walk over to see which it was. I get a little feeling of excitement in my stomach when I see what it is.
I look over to where Serena and her father are standing and decide to utter something about it.
"Hey, is someone reading The Works Of Oscar Wilde?" i spit out suddenly.
Serenas eyes go slightly wide and she walks over with speed and puts the book in her little bag.
"Sorry, must've left it there" She said, looking at me.
I begin to speak when i hear her father calling for me.
"One second" I say then quickly walking to Serena.
"Hey" She looks back at me confusingly.
"Heres my number, i would like to hear your opinions on the book you're reading. Im a fan"
I laugh and pull a notepad out of my pocket i keep with me and scribble down my house-phone number.
"Thank you?" Serena says, accepting it.
I knew deep inside i just wanted an excuse to speak with her.
YOU ARE READING
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐛 - 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘺
FanfictionIt is 1983 and Serena Tara is a burnt-out university student. Her father is a photographer for numerous bands. One day he asks her to help him with a shoot. But something else will lay within the depths of this favor.
