Photo Finish


2. My New Clients

I put on a dark orange dress on that stopped at mid-thigh and I did my simple everyday makeup that made my bright blue eyes, even brighter. I put on some black and white checkered leggings on and my favorite neon yellow converse and I was on the way to me meeting.

I locked the door of my apartment that I recently bought with the permission if my parents after begging for a year and smiled to myself as I double checked everything I had. Then I frowned. I forgot my bag inside. I smacked my forehead and began to unlock my door. As it opened I noticed someone leaning against the wall my door was on. I think I noticed him before but I'd never seen him clearly. He was gorgeous. He had close cropped blond hair and a nice natural tan. And when I looked up, the fist thing I noticed were his striking blue eyes.

"You okay?" He asked.

"I keep forgetting my bag," I paused and grappled it from the hook it was hanging on, inside. "It's getting annoying." I finished.

"Then don't forget it." He shrugged.

"It's not that easy." I rolled my eyes and locked my door. "You live here?" I asked.

"Yeah. The door right next to yours to the left." He told me. I nodded and pursed my lips.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Penelope." I held out my hand and slung my bag over my shoulder.

"Zeke." He nodded and lifted the corner of his mouth.

"You know, since your leaving now maybe later you could hang out with my friends and I. Sound good?" He asked.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I've got a bunch of meetings and photo–"

"No way. Your Penelope Washe, the professional teen photographer." He smiled brighter.

"Uh yeah." I said.

"I knew living in an expensive apartment would pay off." He chuckled.

"Well," my eyes narrowed. "I have to go." I began walking down the hall.

"So later today?" He called.

I paused and pressed the down button of the elevator. "Don't even count on it." I rolled my eyes and stepped in the elevator.

I stepped in the lobby and the doorman glanced up and down my body.

"Watch where your eyes go." I smiled.

"And your mouth, Penny." He gave a wink. I laughed and held out a dollar to him.

"Keep the change Jack." I smiled at him.

"Thanks." His dark green eyes flickered and I smiled. I walked down the front steps of my building and into the cold November, New York air. I stepped on the roadside and pursed my lips.

"Taxi!" I called for a few and sighed after five minutes of trying.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw a teenage boy.

"Your doing it wrong." He rolled his eyes.

"Oh yeah?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," he held my hand and pulled me up. "My name is Edward. And my big sister loves your work." He smiled.

"All I do is take pictures." I shrugged.

"And you design, and your also practically a teen business woman." He smiled.

"How old are you, mister?" I asked.

"Fourteen." He told me. He had brown eyes, dark brown hair and freckles.

"Well Edward, would you be so kind and help me find a taxi?" I smiled.

"Sure," he laughed. "All you have to do it hold up your right arm, cup your mouth with the other and shout 'taxi car.'" He told me.

"Sounds easy…" I pursed my lips and did as he told me too.

"Taxi car." I called. It worked because a taxi came around and parked in front of me. I've lived in New York for a few weeks and I've never heard of that technique. I turned to thank the kid, but he was gone. "Oh well." I pouted, and stepped into the cab.

"Good morning." I smiled to the driver.

"Where at?" He asked in a low voice. He was a good lookin guy. He had some muscle, which I spotted from under his tee and he had the looks. He was just so sad, the way he sounded.

"1501 Broadway." I said.

"How's life?" I asked after a little bit. The man raised an eyebrow but answered.

"Not as good as I hoped." He sighed.

"Why?" I asked.

"My wife and I aren't earning enough money for our kids. We live in an old shed of our friends and… I lost my son a few weeks ago." He began to tear up. "I need a new job because I'm going to loose this one soon, and I just can't continue on." He wiped his eyes as we passed a green light.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"28." He told me.

"How many kids." I asked.

"Three… now two." He sighed.

"How old are they?"

"My oldest daughter, four. And my youngest son, 2."

"Man, I'm really sorry. I wish I could…" I paused and a light bulb flickered in my brain.

"We're here." The man said interrupting my thoughts.

I handed the man a hundred dollar bill and my card.

"What's this?" He asked. He looked up and his blue eyes set into mine.

"I'm about to change your families life." I smiled.

I looked at what I gave him and his eyes began to get watery.

"Keep the change." I smiled lightly and left.

As I walked in the building I looked at my watch and checked the time.

"Two more minutes until–"

"Penelope." I heard a voice. I turned to see Jennifer. "Your clients are ready." She told me.

"Clients? I thought I was meeting up for one photoshoot season, for one person." I told her.

"Well…" she sighed. "See for yourself."

I raised an eyebrow and walked through the doors to see five boys looking at me.

"Hello," the curly haired boy spoke.

"One Direction?" My bag dropped on the floor along with my jaw.

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