"You're right, this is amazing." He said then took another bite.
"Told you." She smiled.
"So how long have you been a photographer for?" He asked.
"About six years now. I got this studio about a year ago." She said.
"It's nice." He said and looked around the small studio.
"Yeah, I like it." She said.
"Who else have you shot?" He asked.
"Loads of people. Ed Sheeran, Taylor Swift, Adele..." She stopped when she saw him make a face.
"You don't like them?" She asked.
He shrugged.
"I don't like their music, no." He answered.
"Well Sorrryy." She said playfully.
He grinned.
"Johnny Marr?" She said.
"Oh I know Johnny. He's a fuckin dude." Noel said.
"Ok, finally someone you approve of." She smiled.
"Sorry, I'm true to myself. I like what I like." He shrugged and pushed the last bite of his fish into his mouth.
"Is that so." She said with a smile.
He nodded as he chewed.
"You're eyes are very pretty." She blurted out.
He stopped chewing and looked at her. His eyes looked into hers. He swallowed his food.
"I thought the same about your eyes." He said.
She rolled her eyes and chuckled.
"Sure you did." She said sarcastically.
"I did!" Noel said.
They looked at each other and both laughed. Noel wiped his mouth with a napkin then gathered up his trash and put it in the plastic bag that he had brought the food in. She did the same then they looked at each other.
"How much do I owe you?" She asked.
"I'm sorry?" He said.
"For lunch?"
"Oh, don't worry about it." He waved his hand in the air.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Absolutely" he paused then continued. "Unless you want to work out a deal of some sort." He said and winked at her.
A smile spread on her lips.
He shook his head and chuckled to himself as he realized how ridiculous he was being. He didn't want her to think he was some creep.
"Sorry, I was joking." He said.
"No, it's fine. I was going to say ok." She said.
His eyes locked onto hers.
"Yeah?" He said.
"Sure. What kind of deal did you have in mind? What are some fish and chips worth? A handy? A blowjob?" She said with a smile.
He chuckled then his face turned serious.
"Let's just get the fuckin photos done." He finally said and she felt a little disappointed. She wanted him to make a move. She was trying to flirt with him.
"I'm sorry. I'm really bad at this." She said.
"Bad at what?" He asked.
"This. Flirting." She moved her hand back and forth between them.
7. The Photographer
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