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Widowmaker• Perfect Shot

(Fluff)

Photography truly was the most relaxing hobby you've ever taken up. Kneeling on the grass, wet from the morning dew, and looking up with your phone camera pointed at the Eiffel Tower with the sunrise in the distance helped you to realize that. The sky was divided into multiple pastel like colors of yellow, blue, purple and orange breaking through the thin strings of clouds.
You had gotten up early to get some breakfast from a newly built cafe in downtown Paris. However, like always, you got distracted by the world around you. Unfortunately, you didn't have your professional camera with you, so you had to make do with what your phone was capable of capturing in image.
With the new photo now stored in your camera roll, you stood up from the earth and found your way back into the path you were following before. Normally this path was crowded with tourists by noon, another reason why you decided to pass by earlier in the morning.
It was a quarter till eight and the breeze was enough to make you put on a jacket before leaving the house, zipped up to your chest and your hands in your pockets. A couple people waved as you walked by along the sidewalk.
On the corner of the path just along the outside of the city sat the newly constructed cafe with only a few people inside scattered around the tables with coffees and laptops. The door rang a bell as you opened it and stepped inside, instantly welcomed by one of the workers.
Before walking up to the register, you took a few minutes to look over their menu to see what they had to offer. You decided on a simple coffee and a breakfast sandwich and waited patiently as you watched the workers make your order. Eventually they gave you your coffee and sandwich and you took a seat at one of the nearby tables, taking out your phone to do some simple edits to the picture you had captured earlier.
The store was silent besides the quiet murmur among workers and the light tapping on keyboards until the bell on the door rang out. You looked up with curiosity to find the most beautiful young woman you had ever seen. Her jawline was sharp as was her cheekbones, her face was narrow and was complimented by her pointed nose. Her skin tone however was quite odd, a light blue with a mixture of violet, brought out by her piercing, golden eyes. She looked over you as she walked up to the register.
You averted your eyes to make sure you didn't come off as creepy. However, you stole little glances here and there to admire her. After she got her drink, you watched as she went and sat down at a table near you, looking out the window. You decided to join her and hopefully strike up a conversation.
Grabbing your drink and throwing away the wrapper to your sandwich, you headed over to where the woman had sat down. When you got close enough, she looked over at you and narrowed her eyes. You stopped by her table and gave a small smile, though her icy glare made you want to turn and walk away. "Mind if I sit with you?" She scoffed and gave you an amused look.
     "Brave of you to ask. Make it quick." She mumbled the last part in an annoyed tone as you took the seat across from her, holding out your hand to her.
     "I'm (Y/N)." You say as she eyes your hand but doesn't move to shake it.
     "I didn't ask." She replied simply, her thick accent making it almost difficult for you to understand her.
     "Well... I am asking. What's your name?" She locked eye contact with you, seemingly looking for a sign that said you were joking.
     "Amélie." She said cautiously after a short while of hesitation.
      "Alright, Amélie. What is it you do?" Amélie responded with an eye roll and a smirk.
     "Wouldn't you like to know? It's a form of art." A spark of life shown for only a second in her cold eyes as she seemed to remember something from what she had said.
     "Me too actually, most people don't really understand what I do." She rose a brow at you, indicating you had caught her interest, though only slightly.
     "And why's that? What is it that you do?" You smiled at her question as you thought to all the beautiful photos you had taken, if you had your camera with you, you could've shown her some of them. You didn't have many of them on your phone.
     "I want to be able to explain it to you, but it'd be nicer if I showed you. However I don't have my equipment with me." Amélie have a slightly confused expression at your words.
     "Equipment?" She asked, you nodded.
     "I don't technically need it, but in order to get the perfect shot it's kinda necessary." She seemed taken back, then intrigued.
     "The perfect shot? Sounds like what I do..."
     "Really?" Your eyes widened slightly, you've never met someone with the same interest as photography before in person.
     "You've peaked my interest... tell me some of your techniques." You were excited to hear she was interested in your hobby, and immediately went on and on about your favorite spots and what not.
      "I love places like alleyways that are mostly secluded, not only are they quiet and it's easy to focus but there's also not many, if any, people to mess it up."
     "You're smarter than you let on." She replied simply.
     "What about you? Surely you have certain techniques as well." Amélie gave an amused look as she nodded.
     "I prefer working at night on as high of ground as I can get to." She replied as you shook your head.
     "I wish I could do well at night. But I prefer daytime and I also like taking shots from the ground." Amélie looked a little taken back once again.
     "Broad daylight? On ground around everyone else?"
     "I'll admit, I get some weird looks."
     "I admire you. So calm about that..." You looked at her a little confused, but gasped excitedly when you remembered the photo you took earlier.
     "Before I got here, I got one out in front of the Eiffel Tower. Would you like to see?" You say as her eyes widened a bit.
     "Uh, yeah sure..." You immediately dug into your pocket and pulled out your phone. Opening your photos, you showed her the one earlier and Amélie choked on the sip of coffee she had just taken.
     "You meant photography?" She asked with an unreadable look on her face.
     "Uh yeah? Why? What do you think I meant? You're a photographer too right?" You ask with a chuckle.
     Amélie looked away from you and nodded slowly. "Sure, yeah that's what I meant too..."