Damien is a bit late for dinner.
But I don't care. All that matters is that he's here. And I made him roast chicken. And spaghetti. And there's also candles on the table. And a fresh bouquet of flowers with a card tucked inside it.
"To the best photographer I know." Damien reads as he takes a seat.
Damien was wonderful at the shoot today. It takes talent and courage to take your own pictures. He was snapping and posing and then snapping and then posing. Ofcourse he had help from the other crew members but he did most of the work. For a shoot he didn't even prepare for.
"Never do that again." He says coldly. "And this card is a lie so I'm going to tear it into pieces. Sorry."
My stomach drops as I watch him tear it into pieces and throw them on the table.
This dinner date was suppose
