One Smile Please

Chapter Four

One Smile Please

Chapter 4:

“I don’t get why you have to come along with me,” I said to him as we sat into one of his cars. He drove his own cars instead of being driven around, despite being so rich and famous, which I thought was something. If you haven’t gathered already, I’m talking about Cameron, Cameron Fraser.

“Neither do I,” he muttered and put started the car. We were going to some of the sites of which I had to take pictures of with my team who were again already there, but it wasn’t my fault, as I was to come to the Andersons Company first and then go to the site. By the way when I refer to my team, it does just consist of three other people. Whenever I have a big project I have a team.

I looked at him and then back at my hands, “It’s not like you’re going to take the pictures,” He didn’t reply after that. To be honest as much as I love my job, because I love photography, I’m not a fan of taking pictures of inanimate things. Which was also why I was going to take pictures of the builders, as today we were visiting a construction site.

For the rest of the journey I didn’t start a conversation and neither did he. You might be wondering how I ended up in a car with someone as boring as him, well it included the tyres of my car mysteriously deflating in the Andersons car-park, and then Mr Anderson himself literally making me go with this… this thing. What was it with Mr Anderson and taking such a weird interest in me anyway... It was like he was trying to find every way possible of getting me and Fraser to spend more time together...

I’m starting to develop a certain hate for Fraser, because of his lack of enthusiasm in life… but then again he did try to jump off a bridge… that might have something to do with something. Yeah now I felt mean for being so insensitive… But seriously, I peeked at Fraser, how can someone just be so… ugh.

We finally arrived at the site; and it well… the building was only half done and it looked good.

After we had finished taking the photos, it was only two o’clock. Most of my team had taken a lunch break, but I’d forgotten about that whilst talking to some of the builders and taking their pictures. It was fun. I went to the front of the building and decided to take one last photo. There was a playschool about a hundred metres from the building and you could just about see the kids.

“If you take a photo from that angle, then the scenery on the other side doesn’t come into the photo.” He was right it doesn’t and I had seen it, but decided against taking the picture at that angle.

“But I like this angle better; it shows the playschool in the distance,” I replied.

“People might say that a construction site in a neighbourhood like this is a bad thing, as it’s disruptive,”

“Or they might like the neighbourhood because of its liveliness, clearly shown through the kids,” Poor argument but, I liked this angle and I liked kids, “Plus it’s cute, and it’s not like you have to use it in the magazine, the team probably took a whole bunch of other pictures, and when we as a team finalise them, you can check,” I said then clicked the photo quickly, and stuffed my camera in its bag.

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“So do you know when Jenny is coming back?” Simon asked. I had taken the bus back to a café near where we worked. I was starving.

“Uhm, tomorrow I think,” I saw his eyes widen. I took that as my cue to stuff my gob with my sandwich. She hadn’t told him, had she?

“What?” Nope…. She hadn’t… Oh that bitch. “How come you know? She texted me that she lost her ph-” I stifled a small chuckle.