"Good morning, class. I'm glad to see, you're having the happy faces on, which is probably because it's Friday. I am sure you completed the most important task, which was to bring me your portfolios today. Is there anybody, who didn't bring it?" started Mr. Jefferson the photography class and asked a question. Nobody answered. He smiled and continued: "Awesome! I am really happy you all are so diligent. Please, bring me the portfolios at the end of the class and write your name on the list. Now, let's talk about the power of light!"
Nathan's eyes were shining. He adored Mr. Jefferson as an artist and same as the teacher. Nathan really liked the change Mr. Jefferson did towards the students. Photography class was probably only one, where Nathan paid attention and was fully concentrated. He was writing notes as fast as he was able to and he read them at his dorm room before sleep very often. Nathan basically knew what Mr. Jefferson was talking about most of the time, but explanation from a real master was priceless.

The class was emptying slowly and Nathan was waiting to be there alone with Mr. Jefferson on purpose. Nathan expected and hoped, that Mr. Jefferson would open his portfolio right there, willing to discuss every picture.
Mr. Jefferson was sitting at his desk, writing something into his smartphone. Suddenly, he raised his eyes to Nathan's face and smiled: "I know, what you're probably expecting, Nathan. But I have another class in a few minutes. Be patient. I will bring the portfolio with me tomorrow. Is that alright for you?"
"It definitely is, Mr. Jefferson!" Answered Nathan, smiling from ear to ear.
"Is there anything else on your mind?"
"I was wondering, which camera should I bring with me?"
"Any kind you like. It really doesn't matter. Now go, or you will be late for the next class. Don't forget - at 9:00 am."
"I won't! Thank you, Mr. Jefferson. Have a nice day."
"You too, Nathan," said Mr. Jefferson calmly and continued with the tapping onto the smartphone screen.

Richard invited Nathan to a private party in Richard's room. Richard was promising some hot female company from the town. Nathan had a dilema, because of Kristine's words. He knew, he should socialize more, but photography was a number one priority. Nathan really didn't want to disappoint his teacher at first opportunity.
"I am sorry, Rich. I am really glad you invited me, but I will have to get up early tomorrow. It's something important. I don't want to screw it up."
"Alright, alright.. I got it. A morning date!"
"Ha ha! Not even close. I will be practicing the photo shooting. Maybe in the evening we could chill and have few drinks in the town?" Nathan asked nicely.
"Sounds good to me. We will see, in what condition I will be after this evening," answered Richard with laugh.
"Okay. Enjoy your party."
"I will. Sweet dreams, Nathan."
Nathan was partly sad and secretely hoped for Richard not being so wrecked tomorrow.

Okay, okay.. camera, bag with the accessories. Some snack.. Should I take the notebook or a laptop for the notes? I will take the laptop. It will be more practical. We can check the pictures immediately. Oof oof..
Nathan was afraid, he carried too much stuff. He had to change his backpack once more. Finally, he was ready and closing the door, but as he closed them he slapped his forehead. OMG the tripod!
He quickly jumped into the room, grabbed the tripod, which was standing behind the door and hurried into the parking lot. He was there right at the time.
"Good morning, Nathan!" Mr. Jefferson greeted him first.
"Good morning, Mr. Jefferson. I hope you are not waiting here for a long time."
"Nope, not at all. Hold on a second, I will open the car trunk," said Mr. Jefferson and light clicking sound appeared as he unlocked the car trunk. They put Nathan's stuff inside and sat into the car.
Mr. Jefferson hit the road and Nathan was watching the Blackwell surroundings. The sun was shining warmly and he could sniff the upcoming summer in the air.
"We couldn't choose better day for a beach photo shooting, right, Nathan?" asked Mr. Jefferson very positively.
"Yes, it's really a beautiful day, Mr. Jefferson."
They arrived into parking lot next to beach just few minutes later and unloaded the car trunk. Mr. Jefferson led Nathan directly into an old fishing boat, because he considered it as a perfect object to be photographed. When Mr. Jefferson explained few tricks, they were taking pictures of beach and few crabs, appearing around them time by time.
"I could use some snack, Nathan. What about you?" said Mr. Jefferson after a hour and half of their private lesson.
"Yes, me too, Mr. Jefferson," Nathan answered and began searching his backpack. Before he found the crisps, Mr. Jefferson asked him: "Up for anything tasty at Two Whales?" Nathan nodded: "It's gonna be much better than crisps."
"I am sure. Let's go." Mr. Jefferson helped him pack his stuff and put it into the car trunk, but left the car on the beach. They decided to take a walk into the Two Whales. Mr. Jefferson hid his hands into the pockets of his jeans and asked Nathan: "Have you been thinking about our private lessons, Nathan?"
"Hmm, actually.. Mr. Jefferson, honestly, there is nothing more I could wish for, but I don't know any place except school, where we could practice that. Or outdoors."
"I see, I see.. Nathan, I heard your dad is into estates. Maybe he knows about some free office, depot or something like that."
"I know, but I was trying to avoid that conversation with him."
"Why? Don't you two have a good relationship?" Mr. Jefferson asked with really prudent tone.
And Nathan started to talk. How much Sean Prescott is into money, estates and anything what makes a profit. He confided to Mr. Jefferson about his relationship status with his father and about Kristine's support.
"I am sorry to hear this, Nathan. I wish I could have such a talented and nice son as you are."
"Why don't you have a kids, Mr. Jefferson?"
"I.. have been traveling so much and never had a relationship for longer than a week. You barely want to have kids with women you don't really know."
"Well, maybe someone awaits you here in Arcadia Bay," said Nathan with excitable voice.
"Who knows, Nathan," said Mr. Jefferson with smile. He looked somewhere over Nathan and then added: "You know what? I will try to talk with your dad, very peacefully about your potential. It seems to me, if I will invite him to school, he will not come. And it looks like he is not into a phone conversations also. Would you give me an address, where I could catch him personally?"
"Mr. Jefferson, you don't have to do that.. I don't want to be in more trouble with my dad."
"No, no, no. You will be in no trouble. I promise. But of course, If you want me to do nothing, I will move backwards." Nathan was thinking for a moment. Maybe Mr. Jefferson - a famous photographer could help me to impress my father, if he would be talking about me positively. If he really believes in my talent. It worths, Nathan.
"Alright, Mr. Jefferson. But please, don't mention the problems between me and my father," Nathan agreed with his own condition and told him the Sean Prescott's office address, which Mr. Jefferson quickly noted it into his smartphone.
They walked back to Mr. Jefferson's car and the teacher opened the back door. He grabbed Nathan's portfolio and asked him: "Do you wanna discuss the portfolio or do you have to go back and be somewhere else?"
"That would be great, Mr. Jefferson. I have nothing better to do and I really appreciate, that you spend your free time like this."

They were sitting in the sand, with portfolio and Nathan's laptop. He was writing notes, which teacher told him about every single picture. Time was passing fast. It was a nice afternoon, warm breeze was lazily stroking their faces, bunch of girls came to the beach for an amateur volleyball game, birds were building nests in surrounding trees. Nathan was happy. After a longer period, he felt so free and more self-confident, doing what he loved and knowing he was great in it. The support from his sister Kristine supercharged him and the care from his favorite teacher was a cherry on a top of the cake. Still, Nathan wished for his father to be proud of him. Often, he fantasized about being a world known photographer. About his first exhibition. How the whole family will be there and his parents will be proud and he will see their tears of happiness. The reality was different. Nathan was labelled almost as a black sheep, because he was probably first Prescott, who didn't care about money and power.

Mr. Jefferson drove Nathan back to Blackwell campus. Lynn and some her friend were just walking through the parking lot. When Lynn spotted Nathan, she blushed. Nathan quickly grabbed his stuff and turned to Mr. Jefferson: "Thank you very much Mr. Jefferson for today. It means a lot to me."
"What teacher would I be, if I wouldn't be helping to one of my best students? It was nothing, Nathan. Next time, we should go to the forrest."
"You wanna show me some more of your tricks, Mr. Jefferson?"
"Of course, Nathan," said Mr. Jefferson kindly. He sat into his car and through the opened car window wished to Nathan a nice rest of the weekend. Nathan was in seaventh heaven. But then he remembered he wanted to talk to Lynn.
"Hey, Lynn! Wait up!" he shouted almost over the whole parking lot. Nathan was surprised that Lynn actually stopped, but told to her friend to wait for her few steps ahead. He walked to Lynn and asked her kindly: "Lynn, I've got your message from Richard, but I don't understand. You are not bothering me at all. I am really sorry about the drawing. I think you are really tallented sketcher."
"Nathan, that's.. really kind you say it. You don't have to apologize for the broken sketch. It was my fault. As I said, I will not bother you anymore," she answered with hot red cheeks. Nathan was confused and tried to understand her feeling: "But Lynn, as I said, you are not bothering me at all. Maybe.. we could go to practice together sometimes? I mean.. we could go to the beach and I could take photos and you could draw and then we could compare!" he submitted an idea with nervous laughing.
"That wouldn't be fair. Drawing takes more time, than pressing the camera shutter," she said with smile, but then quickly added: "But still, I think people like me and you shouldn't get along, Nathan."
"Why not, Lynn? I don't understand! Is this about money?" he began to rise his voice at her. Before he either realized it, he was yelling at Lynn: "Everybody is just pointing at me, thinking that I am spoiled with money of my father, but that's not true! I am different! I don't care about their plans. I want to be myself! Is this why nobody of you can honestly talk to me? You see me as a walking bag of money and thinking, that you are not good enough for me or what? I don't get it! I seriously don't get it, Lynn. You all should better try knowing people first by yourself, before judging them by the rumors." Nathan's blood was boiling. He adjusted the backpack on his shoulder, grabbed the tripod firmly and turned away from Lynn. She stood there for a second with her mouth open, then her brain started to work and she was feeling Nathan's inner pain. She realized, he truly was trying to be different.
"Nathan!" she shouted at him, with hand raised, as she could mentally force to stop him.
"Forget it, Lynn," he was mumbling to himself. He knew Lynn didn't have a chance to hear it. But he stopped to care.