cynosure | p.jm

you

snap.

“wait- who are you? why are you taking a photo of me?!”

“art looking at art... i couldn't resist.” he grinned, pulling the camera view finder to his eyes again.

i scoffed, tugging on the strings of my drawstring bag, walking away from his peripheral view to another artwork in the museum. he was weird. he gave me a weird feeling.

and i didn't like it.

snap.

he was following me like a lost puppy. i huffed. “why are you following me?”

“you're really pretty.” he answered earnestly, smiling so wide that his eyes magically disappeared from sight.