"Can we stop at this Starbucks?!" I asked Jake.
"Fine but hurry, we have to get to this concert early so we can get a good spot!" He answered.
I jumped out of the car and slung my camera around my neck. I walked into Starbucks and got in line. The place was pretty empty except for the person in front of me. He was tall and had dark brown hair. He had on black skinny jeans and a black shirt. From what I saw he had a milky complexion that seemed to be perfect.
While he was waiting for his drink he turned around towards me. "What kind of camera is that?" He asked.
He had brown eyes and a jaw that seemed to be chiseled by gods. Every part of his face fit together perfectly and I wanted to stare at him all day.
"Oh um, canon eos 60D." I answered.
"This is a weird question but, can I see it?"
I should say no. He could take it or drop it and I couldn't stand not having a camera. He could accidentally delete something or mess it up.
"Sure." I say handing him my camera.
Why would I do that? I watch him very cautiously as he turns and examines my camera.
"Are you a photographer?" He asks.
"Sort of, it's just for fun."
Honestly, it is just a hobby. But my dad got me an amazing camera for Christmas so I got a bunch of lenses and try to bring my camera everywhere.
"Is this how you do it?" He asked holding it up to his face and taking a picture of me. I smiled and turned away.
"You don't like getting your picture taken?"
I turned back towards him.
"Not really I'd rather take the pictures." I put my hands on his, showing him how to use it. "Like this."
I adjusted his hands so they were in the right spots. I looked up at him and noticed he was staring at me. His brown eyes looked beautiful from this view. I took the camera from him a tool a few pictures. God was he attractive. His hair was perfectly messy and the color complimented eyes.
He flashed a gorgeous smile at me. "So where are you headed?" The boy asked.
"Oh um we're going to a concert in San Francisco."
"What kind of music do you like?"
Before I could answer the barista put our drinks down. "Your coffees ready!" They said.
I dug around in my purse,"where's that 10..."
"I got it," he said putting a 20 dollar bill on the counter and left.
I went to the car and Jake drove off. Who was that?
