‘I major in literature and… photography.’
She freezes for a moment. I have apparently surprised her with that.
‘Are you serious? You do photography?’
‘Yes, I do. I started back in my childhood, but only became serious when I registered for the photography course.’
She shakes her head pensively.
‘You know, I also do,’ she glances to the side, at a cube-shaped black bag, hanging from the armrest of her chair. Obviously, her camera bag.
‘That you’re working as a photographer? I know. Dad told me.’
‘Hmm… isn’t that interesting? I never would have thought that.’
‘You’d never have thought that I might ever get interested in photography?’
‘I never would have thought that you’d become interested in photography, and also that we’d ever sit here together, in London, drinking cocktails.’
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