Ahhhh! I always told myself that if I started a story, I would keep up with it and not just randomly stop writing! But, alas, I have. I'm sorry. Here is Chapter 5.
About an hour had passed and Hank and Sarah were still developing photos. Hank had to curb his annoyance every time Sarah left to check her phone which had only been a few times, but it still bothered him. Not much had been said between the two, Sarah had asked a few questions but for the most part the two had remained quiet. Sarah suddenly spoke up, "have you developed the photo you took of the two of us? I just want to confirm that you are in fact buying coffee for the week!"
Hank was in the middle of doing a test strip and replied, "Oh yeah I developed it about 20 minutes ago, it's on the drying rack." He tried to act as nonchalant as possible. "There's really no need to compare though, mine is by far the superior one."
"What? Why didn't you tell me? I think I should be the judge of that!"
"You, the person who has less than a month of photography experience?"
Sarah just shot him a look, "Grab your photo, I'll grab mine and we'll compare out in the studio."
Hank responded, "I'm kind of in the middle of something here."
In charge Sarah took over, "I don't care, a coffee bet is on the line here!" And with the she grabbed her photo and went out in the studio.
Hank just laughed a bit and followed suit.
"Well mine is obviously better." Hank proudly said.
"What are you talking about? Mine is clearly better, and you're practically laughing in mine" Sarah justified.
"Yes, but it's pretty obvious that your holding the camera…look at your arm." Hank debated.
"That is the popular look these days, all the kids are doing it. You owe me coffee for a week." Sarah proudly said.
Hank liked his photo, he really did. But Sarah was right, he was laughing in the one she took. Even though he knew his had a more 'professional' look he like the spontaneity hers had. Of course he would never admit that to her. He loved seeing Sarah smile and he knew that if she won, she would be beaming all day.
"Ok, fine…you win. I'll buy coffee for a week. But I'm not buying muffins or anything!" Hank said.
"I knew it!" Sarah exclaimed. "I like my mocha extra hot with caramel please." She gave him a quick side hug and hurried back in the darkroom.
Hank just stood there in disbelief. He felt this rushing feeling of warmth when she hugged him, but as quickly as he felt it, it was gone again. He knew he shouldn't dwell on it, people hug all the time, especially Sarah. He shook his head and walked back into the studio.
A/N: I know this is rather short, but I couldn't go another day without posting anything. Also, sorry for any grammar errors!