Through The Lens | ✓

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There's so many things to take pictures of in the world.

Ever since I was 12-years-old, when I got my first camera, I have had a love for finding things to take pictures of like any other photographer would.

I took pictures of mostly humans, most including my best friend Ava.

But now, it changed.

I had still loved taking pictures of humans, I had loved capturing their movements or their emotions. But from now on, my photos would only consist of Mystery Boy.

After that one day at the small cafe on 31st Street, my camera, and me, only had eyes for him. That one boy I saw with those striking features and gorgeous eyes.

It was a Monday when I first saw him, the day that my whole view on my life changed.

So naturally, I went back to that cafe that Tuesday.

I ordered a cappuccino with extra whipped cream, and one of their finest lemon scones. It was the perfect combination for seeking my new love.

And as I sat at the small table near the window, I spotted him. Mystery Boy.

I could easily go over there and introduce myself, sure. But what was the fun in that?

I wanted a mystery, I wanted a challenge.

I pulled my camera out of my small purple bag and took the lens cap off.

My viewfinder found him easily, first try.

He was wearing a flannel that looked more striking on him then anyone else, and his hair was still in his eyes. I wanted to stride over there and fix it, meet his eyes, see his face full on. But I didn't, of course.

And that day, he had a different book. To Kill a Mockingbird to be exact.

His long fingers flipped the page.

I zoomed in.

He took a sip of his coffee.

I took a sip of mine, never taking my eyes off the viewfinder.

He nibbled on his thumbnail.

I snapped a picture.