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Edward sighs, picking on his food. "I've been Alice's photographer for three years now."
"Oh, yeah, of course," I mumble, nodding as memories go by my head; a memory of him playfully taking pictures of me; a time when we were engaged in a game of strip poker. Gosh, this is why I've been dreading to see him. It's not that the emotional aspect is shifting back, but it's the weird space invisibly set between us.
"So, how about you?" He gazes at me through his lashes. "How have you been doing lately?"
I bite my lip in discomfort. "I've been freelancing for newspapers and magazines, sometimes in blog sites. I also have my own blog and have been writing some stories..."
"Ah, yes," he scratches the back of his head, "I've seen Alice read one of those." He chuckles. "The porn ones, right?"
I almost snort my coffee in surprise. Oh, my God! Alice was reading those? Please kill me now! "Shut up. No fucking way."
LMAO FOR THE THREE OF THEM! AND MAYBE ALSO FOR JASPER SINCE HE'S ALICE'S RECEIVER
