He watched as the man next to her stood up to leave, and took his camera and its bag off the grass, making his way over there. He sat beside her. She looked at him and smiled, then continued her painting. He glanced at it, and realized that she was painting Leafy. He smiled to himself.
"Hey, I'm not a photographer, but I can picture us together. "
"You have a professional camera with you, you've been taking pictures since you came here. You are a professional photographer. " she didn't even look at him.
"Well, I had to try that. " he laughed. "So you admit you've been watching me?"
"Don't flatter yourself, I'm painting the tree you were sitting under. "
"Alright, then. Well, I think your drawing is beautiful, almost as beautiful as you. "
She blushed, and he smirked, "why thank you. "
"Would you like to be a model for a project I have?"
She put her paintbrush down and looked at him with wide eyes, "I'm sorry, what?"
"Would you like, to be the model of my next project?"
She smiled widely, "I mean, I would love to! Yes, but why would you want me to be your model?"
He leaned closer and said, "because you're the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on. "
She laughed and blushed again, he's sweet, she thought.
Part one done, he thought.
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Fanfiction"You're crazy!" She cried. "So what? The best people are." He said as he laughed, a psychotic, terrifying laugh, the sound raising the hairs in the back of her neck.
