She swigs a beer and flips her hair behind her shoulders. She doesn't stop smiling. She says something funny and everybody erupts in laughter. She coyly retreats behind her hat and ends the laugh with yet another swig. There's a discreet charm about this chick.
She gets up and looks over the snacks laid out. She picks a bag of chips and plops herself onto a seat next to him and they begin a little chat. She's attentive and her interest is sincere. He finds her strikingly interesting. A few minutes in, her attention is diverted to shrieks coming from the other side of the table. Out of curiosity, she asks, "What's going on?". They call her over, and with that, she's lost in another conversation. You can tell she's open, but there's a wave of mystery going on.
She laughs uncontrollably. She abruptly stands up, puts her hands together and covers her face. She walks off the laughter and tries to compose herself. They're all in stitches. They are a vision of happiness and carefree fun. He takes out his camera. He wants to capture these moments. She's so real.
She has this sparkle in her eye. Her smile could light up a thirty story building. Her energy was electric. The fire is glinting copper bouncing off her hair as it dances in the breeze. Her cheeks are rosy from the warmth. Her gentle fingers loosely wrapped around a bottle. She has that gaze that makes you feel special. She's infectious.
She notices him snapping away at her direction. Her face flushed pink as she looked away. Her hair fell forward covering her eyes. He wonders how he never noticed her before. She did a double take and managed to escape a shy smile in his direction. She doesn't like the attention. He can tell it makes her want to hide. She's like this well kept secret.
"Can we see the pictures?" says one of her friends.
"Oh... umm..." he mutters.
The friend manages a peek and notices that they are all candid shots of just one person. Everybody else is out of frame.
Awkward.
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