Jamila's P.O.V.
"Why do I look like I'm taking a yearbook picture."
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
He laughed holding his camera rolling his sleeves up on his shirt.
"Well, at least your beautiful in and out of light." I blushed, grabbing his camera.
"Nice try Jalen, now get your butt over there so I can take this photo."
"Fine."
He changed the drop and pulled up a chair and desk sitting behind it. He struck a pose that was nothing like our assignment.
"Jalen, smile."
"Why?"
"That's what our assignment is. Smiling headshot."
"Or is it?" He sat back smiling.
"Enlighten me." I sat down on one of the tables looking at him intently.
"Smiling doesn't come from an action or gesture. Nothing does. Smiling is when you feel a sense of happiness about your current situation."
"So what's your current situation?"
He leaned forward looking me up and down making it hard for me to breathe.
"I'm in a room. Alone. With a beautiful woman who makes me feel confident every time I'm around her."
"Hmph."
"So that my dear partner, is why I have this look on my face. I'm admiring your beauty from afar."
"Well then. Give me your best face."
He posed and I took the picture easily watching it as it processed through the camera.
"Lemme see."
I walked over to him showing him the camera.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Now that's hot." He said rubbing his goatee.
"Yeah," I mumbled. He stared at me and I laughed awkwardly. "Let's um, head back since we're done."
YOU ARE READING
Undercover
RomanceJamila Smith is a preacher's kid with strict parents and no social life whatsoever. Sadly, everything she wanted to do was rejected by her overbearing parents, leaving her in an unbearable shell of disappointment. Over time, she realizes being smart...
