Is This Destiny? 3

Is This Destiny? 3- Part 3

Hours flew by and it was maybe around 11:45am when Cassandra and Rob went out for lunch. To be honest I really don't understand why Rob won't just ask her out already, it's obvious he loves her and she loves him. I can tell they see each other way more than friends and if I see them in the streets randomly, I'd probably think they're a married couple. It was soon one o'clock meaning that Mr. Lerman would be coming very soon and so would Nick to pick me up. My eyes remained fixed at the road just outside the studio waiting for Nick's familiar car. I grabbed my phone out my bag but unfortunately there was no message from him. My heart started racing as a bläck limo stopped just outside the studio. The driver quickly got out and opened the door for a young man just around my age. It was the same man I had bumped into by accident this morning. Mr. Ethan Lerman. His brown short hair wasn't styled or anything but for some reason it still looked good. He had small glistening eyes with a very defined jaw line. His pink lips remained still as he slowly opened the door to the studio. 'Nick! Where are you?!' I mumbled to myself before turning round to face Mr. Lerman. 'Are you following me?!' He snapped. I slowly shook my head, 'Um. No..' I paused, 'I work here.' 'Oh.' I could feel the tension growing between us. It was pretty awkward especially after what happened earlier on. It wasn't the best way to meet for the first time if I'm being honest. 'So is there anything I can do for you?' I played with my fingers but he just raised his eyebrow at me like it was a very stupid question. 'Are you serious?' He laughed. I raised my eyebrow at him. Realising I was being serious and that I really didn't know what I could do for him he grunted, 'Well you could start by taking pictures of me?' He walked over to one of the cameras near him and started fiddling about with it, 'Isn't that what you professional photographers do?!' 'I can't.' I frowned, 'I didn't make it to be one. I wasn't good enough. But it's always been my dream to be one.' 'You know I used to have a girlfriend who wanted to be a photographer. If only she was still here.' I could sense pain in his voice. My throat ran dry as I whispered, 'Why what happened to her?' 'She di-' Suddenly the door flung open. We both turned around and noticed Nick. 'Come-on, Paris.' He grabbed my arm, 'We have to go home.' He lead me out the doors. 'Wait!' Mr Lerman shouted, 'You can't just leave me here alone.' 'Sorry.' I shrieked, 'But I just have to go.'