“I didn’t know you were into photography,” Jon said.
“Yeah. I mean, I’m into looking at photographs. I’m kind of bad at taking them. But Kristen has an eye for it. She takes some beautiful portraits.”
“Of people or of places?”
“Both. Some of her self-portraits are so beautiful I could hang them up on my wall.”
He winked. “That might be bordering on obsession.”
“I’m not actually going to hang up her picture in my house,” I said, although it honestly wouldn’t make bad home décor. Her portraits were really artsy. She might take issue with a big picture of her face on my wall, though. She might also guess that I like her.
“So you two just talked about nature and stuff and then became best friends?”
I laughed. “I mean, it took a bit longer than that. We exchanged poetry. That really deep
