Jared's P.O.V.:
A knock on the office door signaled me that Dawson was here. Shannon took the cups of coffee so I could go answer it. A smile grew on my face as I unlocked it and swung the door open.
"Good Morning Vietnam!" I said loud enough for the neighbors to hear me.
Dawson laughed, folding her arms across her chest. Her smile was more beautiful than I remembered.
I stepped aside and allowed her to come in the office, "Let's get started."
Shannon handed her a cup of his coffee, very proud to have contributed via Black Fuel. I tag along behind her, stopping to grab my tea and a stack of photos.
Dawson already started going through them, creating a few piles. I sat down next to her and set my coffee on the table. She peeks up at me and smiles before returning back to her pictures.
"Wheres the pile for me to go through?" I ask, placing the other stack of photos beside me. Dawson points to a moderately sized collection, then looks up at me for approval. I nod and she fills up with pride and determination. She continues and goes on sorting the photos.
I flip though a few and start to notice a pattern. Most of the ones she picked out were my favorites.
I glimpsed up at her. She was really beautiful, that was obvious, indisputable. However, I couldnt get involved with her. There's no way, she was a new author, probably with more to come. I couldn't hold her back from that.
I pursed my lips, and stood up. Dawson glimpsed up at me as I walked passed her and towards the door.
"I'm going to get some air." I said.
Dawson nodded and stood up, "I'll join you. I need to strech my legs."
"I'll stay here. Prep lunch?" Shannon said, setting his pictures aside.
I told him that was fine, and walked out to the elevator. Dawson joined me, trailing behind as she buttoned her jacket.
"You're pictures are impeccable. Honestly incredible." She says, looking up at me.
I nod, "Thank you. It comes naturally." I smile.
Dawson grins and looks forward. The elevator opens then lets us off on the ground floor. I let her out before me, walking outside. She stuffs her hands in her pocket as the morning fog passes.
"So how long have you lived in L.A.?" I question.
Dawson peeks up at me then immediately looks forward again, "About 2 year. Since I got back from Haiti. Then when my book got published I was on the road for around 6 months. So now almost 3 years."
I tighten my bottom lip and nod, "Crazy town."
Dawson laughs and stops, cupping her hands around her mouth.
I stop and grab the tail of her trench coat. She continues to laugh as I gaze at her.
"What?" I laugh, trying to understand why she was laughing.
"Thats it?" Dawson giggles, "'Crazy town?'"
I fold my arms as Dawson continues to crack up. I can't help but melt every time I got a peek of her smile. I place my hand over hers and pull them slowly away from her face. Her hands fall from her face as mine stay and her smile fades. She tumbles into me and places them on my chest. Dawson peers up at me with inquisitive eyes, reluctantly asking for more. My eyes dart from her eyes to her lips, waiting for permission.
Suddenly thunder roared through the city. Dawson closed her eyes and drew her hands back. I retract my hands and place them in my pockets.
"We should get back to the photos." Dawson mutters, half smiling up at me. She walks ahead of me, running one hand up and down her other arm.
I sigh, "Yeah. Sure."
