vivajia:

The paparazzi was one thing she’d never been able to understand. The pursuit of the perfect picture was the same between all photographers, but something about paparazzi came across as far more lecherous than she ever would have liked to be around. It wasn’t a surprise what when she happened to come across a particularly large group, she wrinkled her nose up a bit. “Parasites…” she mumbled to herself, putting the lens cover back on her camera, almost visibly making a point that she wasn’t one of them. “Don’t you have anything better to do?” she quietly asked one of the photographers nearby, but of course he didn’t answer. She rolled her eyes a bit, stepping around the edge of the group to try to help whoever it was they’d decided to trap. “Hey, over here,” she waved a bit when she found a big enough opening, jumping up a bit so the young man could see her better.

Gary was in the midst of attempting to call someone on his phone when a female voice caught his ear amongst all the camera’s clicking. He was blinded for a moment by the flashes but once his hand was raised up to block his eyes from the bright flashes, he was able to get an idea of what her face looked like. He glanced at the camera she was carrying, which seemed to be put away which got a curious reaction from him. Within a few steps, he was over where she was at, getting ready for her to snap a picture of his face when he wasn’t looking. “Who’re you?”