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—ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴇᴀʜ
ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ғᴀᴜʟᴛ ʏᴇᴀʜ—
Mark closed one of his eyes, but failed miserably, and then clicked the button on his camera. He pulled away from it and stared at his magnificent work.
Mark was currently 23 years old, and was working as a freelance photographer. It was his dream. He loved taking pictures and travelling the world was well, his thing. He started off in Seoul, taking pictures of basic things - such as the lights on special occasions, or festivals. Then he went to Japan on a trip with his friends and he began to take more pictures. They always turned out really aesthetic.
At the moment, Mark had taken a big leap and visited London. It wasn't his first time being there, as he had once gone their with his parents, whilst they were on a trip to Canada. Sure his stay was only for an hour, but he told people he stayed there for a while.
"Um, can you take a picture of us?" Someone said, as they tapped Mark's shoulder. He turned around and flashed a smile at the couple. He nodded and then took a few steps back. The couple got into position and Mark pulled his camera to his face. He waited for the lense to focus and then told the couple to get completely ready.
A few clicks were heard from Mark's camera and then he put his camera down from his face. The couple hurried over and asked him to send the pictures to them through email. He agreed and then continued his way through the narrow streets.
After a couple of minutes of walking, Mark found himself standing in front of a coffee shop. He put his camera into his bag and then entered the store. Mark looked through the different flavours and then quickly chose one, and strolled over to one of the window seats.
As he waited for his coffee, Mark opened his bag and pulled out his camera. He checked through the pictures he took and a big smile appeared on his face. He was proud of his work, and well he should be.
The pictures he took were always perfect.
When Mark opened the image of the couple he took a while ago, he stopped when he saw another face behind them. It wasn't directly next to them, but was lurking in the background, near one of the other shops. Mark immediately zoomed in and took in the person's beauty.
His silver hair was slightly raised up due to the wind, and his tanned skin was glowing. The guys eyes were wide open, as they stared at something on his left and his hands over their mouth. It looked as if he was laughing.
Mark tapped next and saw that the person was yet again in the other picture. He couldn't take his eyes off the guys face and instantly got out of his seat. Mark grabbed the coffee from the counter and ran out, as he had already paid when he ordered.
He traced his steps and arrived at the place he was at earlier. Mark looked around and frowned. The silver haired angel was no where to be found. Mark looked back down at the picture and zoomed at the male again. He checked the males body, not in that way, and saw a small logo that was on the guys shirt. It was a small but clear enough for him to read what it said.
