[1] Exposure ➳ The Flash (S1)

|02| The Camera Sees More Than The Eye

Chapter 2 x

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"You're going to the library again? Gavin, Brent and I are starting to wonder if you even live here anymore."

Avery carefully slid her laptop into her backpack before turning her gaze towards her bedroom door. Brushing her hair out of her face, she faced one of her roommates, Casey Sawyer-who leaned against the door jamb, using a hand to rub at the corner of her eye, her bob of blonde hair swinging from side to side from the movement.

"Maybe we should just forward all your mail to the library," Casey said with a twitch of her eyebrows, her thin pink lips parting just slightly into a grin, making her upper lip thinner than it already was.

"Oi, I still pay rent and utilities," Avery replied as she grasped the strap to her backpack, lifting it off her bed. Casey hiked an eyebrow. "Kind of."

"Mmhmm." Casey gave a nod of her head.

"No worries," Avery reassured her. "As soon as I land this job, I'll pay in full. Or maybe some more photography jobs will come in the mean time. Living in America this long, I've come to find that blokes 'round here like their winter family portraits." She grinned. "I could make a killing, eh?"

"I know that's true," Casey agreed with a short laugh. She lifted her hand into the air. "No pressure though. I know how hard it is for you to find anyone that wants to hire you for a session being new and all." She made a humming sound in the back of her throat. "Or to hire you for anything in this economy. But, no pressure; it just takes time."

"Mmmm." Avery twisted her mouth to the side. She shouldered her back, listing to the side just slightly as the weight of the contents in the bag altered her balance. "You got any openings at Mercury Labs? I could take pictures of...tissue samples...or-or something."

"Tissue samples?" Casey repeated, her nose wrinkling, the smile still on her face.

"I don't know," Avery replied with a shrug. "Whatever you have there."

Despite the suggestion, she couldn't help but shudder at the idea of having to take pictures of any biological piece of the human form. She didn't know what went on down at Mercury Labs, but it did have the word "lab" in the name. She could only picture picked people parts in jars lining the walls and earned a second shutter.

Truth be told, Avery had been spending a lot of her time at the library as of late; it was the first place she went to in the morning and was the last place she went to in her mind right before going to sleep. There were hundreds upon thousands of search results about the particle accelerator to comb through, each one giving her more information than she had previously known.

And the more she knew about the accident—and in turn about Harrison Wells—the more prepared she'd be when she went to talk to him. Despite the accident being a big detriment to his career, he was still a well known and world renowned scientist and it would be in her best interest to be prepared for any sort of conversation with him. She thought she was finished with school three years prior but found herself in the library with a dictionary, a physics book, a chemistry book, and a four cardboard cup holder filled with cups of Jitters' hot tea; more than she'd ever have during finals week.

Only today, she wasn't going to the library and a money-blowing trip to CC Jitters was out of the question. Or maybe not. As Avery yawned, she reconsidered that thought weighing the option with the idea of going to check on her application at the coffee shop on her way downtown. Plus, tea had always calmed her down.