in a while || cara delevingne

ch. 7 : whole | music

We'd been walking for only a few minutes when Lucas stopped and went up to a car I assumed to be his, unlocking it.

"What are you doing?" I ask him quietly, my voice a bit out of touch from crying as the tears streaming down my face come to a stop and I attempt to calm down.

He looks up at me and gives me a half smile, like he's saying sorry to me. "Just grabbing something before we head over there." he says as he pulls a rather large, blunt object out of the back of the car.

"Is that a-?" I begin to ask before he cuts me off,

"Shh, c'mon, I want to show you." he tells me and grabs my hand while holding the case in his other hand.

We go up the street a bit before turning down an alley way, and he makes so many twists and turns that I'm not even sure if we're in London anymore. I just keep my eyes on him as every cross road we come to his facial expression changes to thinking and then from thinking to remembering but all I can think about while I look at him thinking is the way he thinks. His forehead scrunches up almost like he's confused and his eyes look distant until he remembers, and his eyebrows raise as he does as well as his eyes coming back from whatever he had seen before.

He suddenly comes to a stop and I almost run into the back of him. I look away from him when I hear a screeching noise and see him opening a gate.

When I look up from the gate, all I see is trees. Everywhere. But they're gorgeous, and all the flowers coming up out of the ground and surrounding the trees, I think to myself that this place can't be real.

Lucas holds my hand and guides me on a path that I didn't even realize was there. We walk through the tress in little twists and turns and as we come out I see a bench, with two trees on either side, overlooking what I believe to be is the thames river.

"This is gorgeous." I say in an almost whisper to Lucas, my mouth open wide as I take in my surroundings.

He just smiles and goes to sit down on the bench, setting the case he had been carrying down in front of him.

"Come, sit with me." he says and I walk over, sitting next to him.

"So," he begins, "I'm not trying to butt into your business, or anything, but," he pauses as he looks over to me and gives me a confused look, "how did you meet Cara?"

"Oh," I say, I wasn't expecting a question like that, "we met when I did my first shoot with her."

He raises his eyebrows as he watches me carefully. "Wow, your first?"

"On my new job, yeah." I tell him, "I don't know what the manager was thinking but, right after my first meeting with him he assigned me as the head of photography for the shoot. I went in and did it that day."

"That's impressive." he tells me, "What would you think about doing a shoot of me?" he asks and winks playfully.

I stare off into the distance and pretend to think about it, "Hmm," I look back at him, "I don't think that would help my career."

He looks at me and places his hand over his heart, feigning offense.

"What ever do you mean?" he asks me, "Am I not famous enough for you? Got too much of an eye for the big guns now, have you?" he jokes with me and can't even finish without cracking a smile.

"Well, I do work with big models, as of right now." I tell him sending him a playful smirk.

He shakes his head and laughs.