Picture Perfect

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I came back from work and sat on my bean bag staring at my parent's picture on the wall.

I am an orphan. My parents passed away when I was seventeen. That day was dreadful, but after a month I realized that they won't come back; they're gone, forever. I just worked my ass off and moved on with my life.

I am currently working in a coffee shop and living in an expensive apartment that I bought after my parent's death.  I hardly use the money my parents left for me, I prefer to work hard for the money and spend it.

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I go to work with my camera around my neck; I love photography so much! I reach the coffee shop and I see Reedarh, my work mate serving a hot guy coffee and I just have to take a shot.

"Wow. This guy is an angel!" I whisper to myself. I take more pictures of him for my scrap book. He also has dimples, eek!!!

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I am so sorry, you don't even know my name, bad manners, pardon me.

So.

My name is Markea Jhonson. I am a South African based in New York, I have lived in New York throughout my life. My cousins and other relatives are in South Africa, I seldom visit. I studied Business Management and graduated from University last year. I live in a gluten free world with Celiac Disease. I'll feed you with this info for now.

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I went for grocery shopping earlier and now I am at Dominoes. I am waiting for my order of chicken kickers and cream soda.

Guess who is three seats in front of me?!!

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The dimple guy that came to our coffee shop yesterday!

He looks hot in his bomber jacket and skinny jeans. I just have to take some more pictures. I am so busy staring at the pictures, smiling.

"Your food is getting cold." I look up from my camera and I see the dimple guy, I did not notice that my food had been placed on the table already.

He takes the seat in front of me and I shove a piece of chicken in my mouth, staring at him, studying him. He has dark brown hair with light brown highlights on the tips. His sea blue eyes are sparkling like there is no tomorrow, defined cheekbones and concrete jawline, ooh lala! He asks me if he can take a look at my camera and I give it to him nonchalantly.

"Hmm...have you been stalking me young lady?"

"Nop" i said popping the 'P' "well...you're always looking good, so I decided to take some pictures for my scrap book"

"You have a scrap book?'' He asks, impressed, ''when can I see it?"

Is that an excuse to see me again? Or let me not jump to conclusions.

"Maybe tomorrow, I'll be at central park" I reply, shoving the last piece of my chicken and gulping down the remainder of my soda.

''Oh, I'm Ian. Ian Russell.''

''Markea.''

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I head back to my apartment to unpack my groceries and jump into bed. I can't sleep well. I have been tossing and turning thinking about Ian Russel.

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I actually prefer weekdays to weekends, but the exciting part of this weekend is that I'll get to see Ian's face again, eek!!! I eat my breakfast real quick and head to the park.