A Little Pizzazz
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"So you're a photographer?" he asked, nodding towards her camera equipment.
"Something like that," she said, sighing and shifting the weight of her bags.
"Would you like me to hold some of that?" he asked, his hand out.
"Nah," she smiled, "thanks though. We're almost back to your hotel, anyway."
He looked up and around him before he grinned sheepishly at her. "You're right, I have no idea where I'm going. I didn't even know we were close to it."
"Use your nose." He cocked an eyebrow at her like she was nuts. "No really," she insisted. "You can smell the water the closer you get."
He inhaled deeply, tilting his face back towards the sky. The sun made his skin glow, the stubble on his cheeks hinted at the same unique bronze that his hair sported. A small smile graced his features and Bella found herself smiling back, even though she knew he couldn't see it.
"I do smell it," he said, looking back at her. "But I also smell garbage."
She laughed as his nose wrinkled. "Yes well, hazards of living in a city."
"Have you lived here long?" he inquired, his tone polite.
"About three years, yourself?"
"Off and on, depends on what I'm working on."
"Oh?" she raised an eyebrow at him as they walked down the street. "Anything that you can share?"
He smiled and shrugged. "Nothing exciting, really. I have a meeting with my new agent tomorrow, which is why I'm here."
"Ah," Bella said, sensing that there were things unsaid there.
