Through The Lens | ✓

21

I ended up using my Polaroid camera instead that Saturday morning at the small cafe on 31st Street.

It wasn't an actual photography camera, but it would work. Plus, I don't even have to print them off myself, the camera does it for me.

I sat down at my normal table without my purple camera bag, and a Polaroid camera instead. I sat down my cupcake and latte before pulling my camera out of it's case.

Finlay was drinking out of his mug, his eyes focused on his book. He looked oddly tired, though. His eyes were droopy, and dark shadows were visible under his brown eyes, but he still looked just as gorgeous.

I pointed the camera his way, then snapped a picture.

As I waited for the picture to process, I watched him read his book. And I wondered to myself, did he ever get bored of doing the same thing every morning? Probably not. Books were very entertaining, and if you have a new one everyday, how could you get bored?

Then, at 10:24, he stood up and walked out of the cafe. And I did something stupid and mindless.

I stood up, grabbed my camera and new picture before following him right out the door. Finlay strode down the sidewalk with grace, and I was yet again drooling over the way he did everything with simplicity.

But, I was too distracted, when he stopped at his car, I bumped into him yet again. He whirled around and met my eyes. He looked confused, then confused went to slightly weirded out.

"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered. 

"It's fine," he said, then furrowed his eyebrows. "Did you follow me?" I opened my mouth to reply, but nothing came out, so I just shook my head.

Liar.

"Okay." Was all he said. He looked unsure at my answer, so I decided to actually talk.

"No, I wasn't. My car is over here, and I was looking at my phone, and not where I was going. Silly me," I said, trying to sound as mature as possible.

A crooked smile flickered at those perfect lips of his. "I understand." I breathed a sigh of relief. He cocked his head cutely. I died inside.

"Well, I have to go to my meeting," he said, glancing at his gold watch on his wrist.

"Okay," I said quietly."

He smiled at me before saying, "Bye, darling." I died inside again. He got inside his car and drove away.

And that left me, completely dying inside from just the smallest conversation with the man of my dreams.