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Sir, You Are Not Allowed To Take Pictures Of The Art

Mitch was a normal young person; obsessed with selfies, Starbucks every morning, partying Saturday nights. One day, he and his best friend Kirstin decided to go to an art gallery to look at the pieces.

In this art gallery, was a large floor-to-ceiling window. It spanned across the entire wall. Behind the gallery, was a beautiful scene. There were trees, flowers, a little pond, and small animals.

When Mitch and Kirstin say this, they immediately went to take a few selfies of them in front of the window; the scenery behind them.

Scott was a security guard, working at the gallery. The second he saw Mitch, he knew he had to talk to him. Scott thought Mitch was really pretty.

The blond watched as this brunett boy and his friend ran over to the window and held up their phones. Scott immediately knew what to do.

The tall man slowly approached Mitch, taking a deep breath. "Sir, you are not allowed to take pictures of the art."

"Oh! Oh no, I'm sorry, I'm taking a selfie of me and the scenery." Mitch replied, putting his phone in his purse.

"I know," Scott replied, winking. "call me."

The boy was given Scotts number, and he immediately put it in his phone. "I will, then."

Once Scott was gone, Mitch turned to Kirstin, squealing. The two of them jumped up and down, letting out high pitched squeals because oh my god a hot guy just dropped the best pickup line ever and gave me his number shdkrkfjsebvivdwquvoivdhskfwhkbmxbswwhrudmilxewbdyfngrkqf.

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That was possibly the worst one-shot I have EVER wrote. I feel ashamed at my crappy work. Anyway, follow my FB page "Pentaholicfangirl" for updates and all that shit. Love y'all, bye!!!!