When I came back, Fitz was looking though pictures on his camera and I couldn't help but sneak a look. As for what I saw, I was amazed. "Did you take those Fitz?" As soon as he heard me, he turned off his camera and whirled around to face me, or rather my chest. How awkward. I took a step back and sat down. His face and the tips of his ears were bright red. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you. I just say you looking through your pictures and I had just wondered what they look like."
"Oh it's alright. I just prefer when people ask because I am not proud of all of them." He looked at the floor."
"They can't be that bad."
"They could be worse but still, they aren't very good."
"I understand. So about my pictures, did you have anything in mind?"
"Well you know that park down the street?" I nodded. "What about there?"
"Oh Fitz that would be lovely. I have always wanted my picture taken by the 'flower wall'."
"I was actually thinking by the fountain but we can do both of you like."
"That's fine with me. You can submit whichever pictures you like. Oh, I forgot to ask, how may do you need?"
"About 3 different poses and 3 different angles."
"That sounds fun." I realized I had finished my tea and my muffin. "Shall we go?"
"Sure." We got up and walked to the park in silence. Not the awkward kind, but the nice kind. "Jemma? Where would you like to start?"
"Well you are the photographer so wherever you would like."
"Ok then. Does the fountain work?"
"Sure!" We walked over to the fountain and he set up his tri-pod. There were only a few people here and none of them were in the shot, from what I could see. I sat on the fountain edge and crossed my legs. "Did you want me in a particular pose?" I asked.
"How you are should be fine." He paused. "Well actually can you put your arms beside you. Like on both sides?" I did as he asked.
"How's this?"
"Perfect." He smiled. I saw the flash go off a few times and new he was taking pictures. He withdrew his camera from his face.
"Did you want me in a different pose?" He smiled. Long story short that was an amazing day. I love thinking back to that day. Those pictures were amazing.
"Jemma?"
"Oh! Yes, Fitz?"
"What were you thinking about?"
"When we met."
"Ah. I remember that."
"Yeah. You ready?"
"Yep." We walked through the door to the stage of the Photojournalism lecture that we were giving. I felt that ring on my finger and could not believe that the guy on the street asking to take pictures of me would mean so much to me.