❃Freshlee Interracial imagines and Preferences❃

Photographer (Dillon)

The sound of a clicking camera was all that Dillon heard when he walked into the building.

He looked around at the walls and looked at the perfectly taken pictures. Some were Polaroids hung up on a line with a clothes pin and a little quote written at the top.

Dillon reached out to touch one of them but his hand was grabbed before he could even get close.

"I don't like when people touch the pictures, I think that they should last forever and stay there as memories. These people are special to me so they have a special place in my heart"

Dillon eyes focused on the short girl with very fluffy hair. He stared at her and completely forgot about what he was even there for.

Y/n fixed her hair that was piled up on top of her head. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows ans a camera sat in her hand, just waiting to be used.

"Hi! I'm Y/n, are you Dillon?"

Dillon nodded. "Oh well come on I think we have everything set up out back."

Dillon followed Y/n, his eyes looking down at her round, not too big, ass.

He bit his lip and rushed to hold the door open for her.

Y/N smiled, no one was ever really that nice to her. She loved when people did kind this just out of the goodness in their heart.

"So are others coming or...?"

"Oh no. I just want this to be a calm and open photo shoot. Just act like you usually so when you're around friends"

After a couple shots and going though them, Dillon looks up at Y/n and saw the bright yet warm smile on her face.

"I see that you really put a lot of work into this. There's this little sparkle in your eye when you take a picture"

Y/n nodded, "ever since I was little I was obsessed with cameras. My mother was a painter and everything she drew was so delicate and every stroke was perfection. I was never really an artsy girl but I still wanted to have that special connection with my mom and all the pictures so I did photography all throughout highschool and I really got into it in college when I majored in photography. I know I just gave you my life story but I really like talking about what I love."

Dillon didn't mind at all. Even though he had just met the girl he already liked her.

"It's fine really. You were having fun there."

Y/n pulled up the final pictures and showed them to Dillon. "You like?"

"No. I love them." They shared a laugh before packing up. "So this was really good. Thank you so much for taking time out of your busy day to do this. Here" Dillon pulled out some money he was going to use to pay her and put it in her hand.

"Nah, getting to talk about myself is enough"

"So I know this is weird but you seem like a chill girl and I wanted to know if you would uh like to grab something to eat. Only if you're not busy and all"

Y/n giggled at his stammering and put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Sure, I would like that"

I have been gone for a while and I need to catch up on these updates. I just took a break from wattpad because school is very overwhelming right now.