Photobomb: A Loving Annoyance

Chapter 01: Amber Pools

"Alright everyone, that's a wrap. Thank you for today!"

Uploading photos to USB sticks and putting away equipment was all that was left to do for the day. After 5 hours of constant work, I felt it was appropriate for me to be exhausted. I love my work, but sometimes it's too much. I've drank so much coffee today, it's unbelievable. Ugh.

Packing up my bags and sliding on my coat once all the equipment was locked up, I grabbed the USB with all of my photos. As I stepped out into the cold of the night, away from the studio, I quickly locked the door and went on my way.

I love the night. It fascinates me. All the lights and music and fun everyone has just makes me feel in awe. Being allowed into the night without any parental authority over me just makes it all the better. A light smile appeared on my face, as wind flowed through my hair. I sighed in contentment, continuing through the busy streets of my city.

Stopping at an intersection by my downtown apartment, I smiled at the beautiful and familiar sight. All the lights and sounds remind me of the countless hours I've put into my photos. I feel the spark in my eyes flare up again.

I quickly took off my bag, pulling out a small camera and line up for a shot of the skyscrapers shining with light. Just as I got the perfect focus, someone jumped in front of my shot, ruining it.
I growled and lowered my camera, glaring at the idiot who got in the way of my shot.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! It was a perfect shot and you ruined it!"

The photo bomber gave me a cute smile, one that almost made me blush, and laughed sheepishly.
"Whoops, sorry, pretty lady. I couldn't resist, hehe. To make up for it, here's my number. Call me anytime~"

He winked at me, and handed me a paper. Ew. Such a prick.
That asshole is so full of himself, it's disgusting.

"Tch. Whatever. I don't want your num-"
I was cut off by a group of squealing girls, running in his direction.
He looked at me with wide eyes, slamming the paper into my hands and running off.
"Bye pretty lady, I hope to see you again~!"

Oh great. A dumb high school kid apparently. Nasty. He's trying to make me look like a pedophile, I bet. Stupid kid. Tsk, how annoying.

I shoved the kid's phone number into my back pocket, reminding myself to throw it out once I got home. Tucking away my camera back into my bag, I continue my walk through the city, feeling calm once again.

After arriving home, I immediately unlocked the door and slipped off my shoes.

"Honey, I'm hoooome~"
My small black cat, Aiko, appeared at my feet, and I crouched down to pet her silky black fur. She was a gift from my mom, and she always calms me down after a long day of work. I'm grateful for her. Not to mention she has the same spark in her emerald green eyes that I have in mine. We were almost meant to be, hah.

Going into my room and flopping on my bed, I felt two crumbles of paper in my pockets. Taking them out, I read both numbers.
One from Castlejewel, and one from the photo bomber. Remembering the promise to Lori, I set down the boy's number and called Castlejewel reluctantly.

Anxiously I sit on my bed, waiting for the phone to be picked up. After three rings, it's answered. I freeze.
"Hello, Castlejewel Modelling & Acting Agency How may I-"

I shook my head, cutting off the receptionist.
"Yeah, hey, it's Beverly Dunn. My assistant said you had an important job for me."

"A-Ah, yes, Ms. Dunn! We promise you this will be-"

"Cut it with the nice crap. I've been harassed multiple times by your models and I don't wanna listen to your bullshit. What's the job?"

The employee stuttered for a few seconds and I began to feel bad for being so aggressive.

"Agh, listen, I-"
"Ms. Dunn, I was told by the manager of Christian Gora to give you his personal number. He wishes to work with you specifically. We do not wish to bother you, but he's determined. We also will fund the entire shoot, any m-materials you need!! And, you can keep any photo you please to add to your portfolio!"

Christian Gora? Damn. He's been getting more and more popular lately. Stupid pretty boy. Just like the kid from earlier. There aren't many pictures of him that are professionally taken though, so this could be a good chance to boost my career...hmm...

"U-Uh, Ms. Dunn? Are you still on the line?"
The receptionist's voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
"Ahaha, yeah, sorry. I was thinking. But please, give me his number. I can write it down,"
I quickly grabbed a notepad and a pen, listening carefully as my phone was smashed between my shoulder and my face.

"Oh, of course! Alright, so, the number is..."
I froze up. That number. Where do I know it from? Quickly shaking my head, I thanked the receptionist and hung up.
Tossing the notepad with nothing on it, I dropped my phone and look at the paper the boy gave me. Gasping, I scrambled out of bed and ran to my bag, pulling everything out to get to my camera.
'Chapstick, keys, pens, notes, mints, gum, stickers? How did those-'
My cat gave me a weird look, and I brush it off, running back into my room.

I turned on my camera, clicking to the photo the boy photo bombed. I then quickly look up Christian Gora.

Shit.

Zooming in on the distorted picture of the boy, I make out his piercing honey eyes, that shone even brighter than any light I've ever seen in the city. They were...beautiful. Almost coated in layers of honey and Amber. Absolutely gorgeous. I was in awe. The way they were gently framed by a pair of rectangular glasses only perfected the light reflecting on his amber pools.

I then looked at the picture of Christian Gora, instantly noticing his hair. It looked like pure strings of silk, so blonde it almost looked white. Slightly messy, probably styled by his hair dresser. The photo wasn't professional, it looked like something from a social media aesthetic photo. But my GOD was his hair captivating. It framed his face perfectly, especially when it was messy like a bedhead, shadowing over his left eye. Gorgeous.

Everything about this boy was perfect. I HAD to do this photoshoot. I have to see this boy in person. I could look at him for hours.

In that moment, my sparks shone vibrantly again, the information instantly clicking through the appearance of both boys.
Dropping my camera and my phone on my bed, I froze up for the second time tonight. The only difference was the glasses.

My cat sprang up onto my bed, nuzzling my leg gently, snapping me back into reality. I pet her head, and look at the photos again.

"Fuck. It's him. And he's beautiful."

END OF CHAPTER 01: AMBER POOLS