Johnny Depp Imagines

The photographer

Johnnys POV

It had been  a few weeks after the movie had wrapped and today was another shoot. The photoshoot themselves weren't that bad it was the hours of waiting around and doing nothing but waiting.
 
I arrived on set on time sighing as I walked into the building. I smiled and said hello to everyone I would be working with. I was sat down in a makeup chair having small amounts of makeup applied to my face when I saw her.

Y/c/h hair was all I could see as she walked towards the cameras setting things up. Her small frame was covered by a soft looking sweater and black jeans. I smiled softly as I watched over her. The way her nose crinkled up when she was concentrating and the way she yelled out for anything she needed. I turned to the makeup lady and asked.
"Who's the one with the camera?"
"Oh that's y/n. It's her first major shoot. But she's brilliant. Trust me."

I nod and smile. A short while later I'm all dressed and ready to begin. She walks over a little timidly biting down on her bottom lip.

'Stop it Johnny your here for work nothing else'

I mentally scalded myself as she reached out her hand and introduced herself.

"Good morning Mr Depp. My name is Y/N and I'll be the photographer for today. Anything you need just let me know and I'll get it sorted out for you."

She smiled as I shook her hand before going back and beginning the shoot.

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After the shoot had wrapped I wiped my face clean and walked over to her. Nerves tied knots in my stomach as I approached.
"Hey I'd love to be able to stay back and look over the photos if you don't mind."
"Of course not Mr Depp." She smiled a bright warm smile before grabbing a chair and sliding it next to hers.

After everyone had left she began to show me some of the photos. We laughed about some of the positions they had put me in and the outfits the stylist had shown up with. We began talking about her family and where she came from, but when she was talking about her job her y/e/c eyes lit up. Passion for her job and the art she creates oozed from her.

She had walked over and bought back a large red portfolio and began to show me everything she had shot through her life. From leopards in Africa to small town celebrities. I was in awe of her passion and commitment to her craft.

As it was getting late we had decided to call it a night. As we were leaving I smiled softly.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course you can Johnny."
"What are you doing tomorrow?"
"Oh well I have to send the photos of to the editors before noon but I'm free most of the day."
"Ok. Pack your things including your camera and I'll pick up around noon. There's this place I want to show you." She smiled from ear to ear nodding her head slowly.

I climbed into my car and grabbed my phone handing it over to her. "Here put in your number and I'll call you in the morning." She smiled and did as I asked. As I drove off with her waving in my rear view mirror I smiled softly to myself.

Tomorrow would be an eventful day.