Photographer

Photo Session

I stood outside the door to lucas's apartment. He lived in the East Village, where a lot of pseudo-Bohemian-artsy types resided these days. A far cry from my place in Union Square. It was five minutes till four. If I didn't knock soon, he was going to be irritated. I didn't want that. I wanted him to want me. Taking a deep breath, I lifted my hand and rapped on the door. A long silence passed. I was about to knock again when it swung open. Mason glanced up, seemed almost surprised to find me there.

"Janie. Right on time." He stepped aside. "Come on in."

He wore a long sleeved, white t-shirt with patches of discoloration over the lower arms, another pair of old jeans with similar patches over the thighs. Work clothes, of some sort. I'd never seen anything so hot in my life. As I entered, I thought his apartment was a lot like him. Straight forward, rugged, a little tousled. I paused when I saw the bed in his living room.

"What's the deal with this?" He walked to the other end of the room, turned on some lights mounted on tripods.

"The bedroom is my darkroom, so I sleep out here. Stand between the lights." I guess we were getting right to it. I stood where he indicated, looked at the white backdrop.

"Is this the only background you have?" Lucas chuckled. Warm. Low.

"It's not Sears. Usually I take pictures in more natural settings." I turned and stared at him as he pulled out a camera, checked the lens.

"Like in Central Park?"

"Central Park's nice. Take off your jacket." I took off my jacket, now i was in my t-shirt with Barbie photo and exotic patterns .

"Where do I put it?"

"Anywhere you want." Looking around, I folded it up and placed it on the corner of his bed. I returned to the backdrop.

"Now what?"He snapped a picture. "Hey! I wasn't ready." Lukas looked over the top of the camera.

"So get ready." I stood stiffly, my hands hanging by my sides. That unimpressed expression reappeared. "That's it?"

"What's wrong with it?" Reluctantly, he took another picture. He looked about to take another one before lowering the camera.

"No, try again." Alright, I wasn't a rookie. I knew how to pose. Spreading my feet apart, I crossed my arms over my chest, and turned my face to another side.

"How's that?" He walked around, studied my profile.

"Nope." Shit. Was this not good pose?

"Give me some direction. What do you want from me?" Sighing, he looped the strap of his camera around his neck.

"What do you want?" I frowned.

"What do you mean?" He ran his fingers through his chest nut hair."Portrait? Action shot? Sexy picture for your boyfriend?"

"I don't have a Boyfriend."

His eyebrow cocked upward. Embarrassed now, I broke the pose I'd been holding.

"I just want a good picture. Of me."

"That's going to be hard, since you seem intent on not letting yourself show." It was unnerving, being lectured this way. Suddenly I didn't know where to look or place my hands or how to stand. Lucas shook his head and replaced the lens cap."This isn't going to work. You should go home now." Home?

"Wait." Desperate to make him see I was a work of art, I Take my t-shirt half off , don't worry i was wearing Bra, with half off t-shirt, hands in pose like i am removing it.

"There, take your picture." His gaze traveled over me a moment before he leaned back against the wall.

"You're showing me your body, not you, or you trying to seduce me? Huh? "Stunned, humiliated, I retrieved my t-shirt.

"What have you got against my body?"

"Nothing, it's the best I've ever seen. But I can't give you the kind of picture you want."

"Why not?" He crossed the room, picked up my jacket, and handed it over.

"Because you won't let me."

"I don't understand." His expression softened.

"You don't have to understand. You just have to know that this session is over." How anyone could look so gentle while saying such harsh things was beyond me.

"You don't know me." He opened up his front door.

"How can I, when you don't know yourself?" That hit a nerve I sure as hell didn't want touched, and I strode out of his apartment.

"After a few minutes you think you've got me all figured out. A hack photographer who can't even afford his own studio." Lucas leaned against the jamb.

"Is that it?" My jaw ticked.

"Yeah, that's it." Disappointment colored his features.

"Have a safe trip home, Janie." The door shut, and I was left standing like an idiot in the hallway.

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Thank You guys for reading. There can be many mistakes so please mind my English lol