I stood there staring at my photograph hanging on the wall. My name and the title were printed on a little card that was taped underneath it. Looking at it made me smile, and miss home a little. It was a picture of two little girls playing on the beach. I had taken it not too long before I left for New York. "Beatuful. The presentation is exquisite." I heard a man say behind me. I turned around and saw a very attractive, very elegant looking gentleman standing behind me. "Do you like it?" I asked him. "Yes. I think it captures the youth of the child, as well as the beauty of the ocean. I think it is wonderful that is the only focus of the picture. There are no other distractions. Only the two sisters and the surrounding beach." He said. "Judging by your smile and your blushing cheeks, I'd say you are the photographer." He said. "Yes. That would be me." I told him. He held out his hand, and when I extended it, he took it and kissed the top of it. "Well, pleasure to meet you Samantha. I'm Matthew Banks. You can call me Matt." He said. "Well, Matt, you can call me Sam. It's wonderful meeting you." I told him. "May I have the honor of you joining me for a drink?" He asked. "I would love that." I said. He put his hand on my back and led me to a small bar that was set up in the corner. He ordered two cocktails and accompanied me while I looked at the rest of the artwork. We made our way around the room and I spotted Ryan's name under a wonderful painting. I looked around, wondering where he was. "Looking for something?" Matt asked me. "Just a friend." I said. "So, Sam, do you take photos for a living?" He asked me. "No. Well, not yet. I moved out here hoping to." I told him. "I like what I have seen so far. I think I saw your name on a photo here last week, if I'm not mistaken." He said, and I nodded my head. "I would be interested in looking at some more work of yours. Do you have some with you?" He asked. "No. Not with me, at my apartment." I told him. "Well, I would love to take a look at that them. I run an Arts magazine here, and we are always looking for creative, talented photographers." He said. "Really?" I asked. "Yes, really." He said, and handed me his card. "Give me a call when you can get some of your work together." He said. "How about tonight?" I blurted out, before I realized what I was saying. "Tonight?" He asked. "Well, I have them, just not here." I asked. "I would love too." He said. "Meet me at the bar in half an hour. I need to do a few things before I leave." I told him. "Of course." He said, and smiled. I looked in his eyes and my heart melted. I had never met someone so charming. He turned and walked over to a group of rich looking people and started talking. I turned and saw Ryan across the room looking at a sculpture. I ran over to tell him the good news. "Whoa! You can't let a complete stranger come over to your apartment at night." He said after I told him. "What are you talking about? It's fine." I said. "Yeah, trust me, looking at your pictures is not what he has in mind!" Ryan said. "How do you know? Are you jealous?" I asked him. "No, I'm not jealous! I just think it's a bad idea." He said. "Well, I'm sure it's fine. I will see you later." I said, walking away. "Wait!" Ryan said. "What?" I asked, getting iritated. "Call me when you get home, and when he leaves. SO I know you are okay." He said. "Okay." I told him, and left. I said good bye to a few people I had met that night, and then met up with Matt by the bar. We walked down stairs, and hailed a cab when we got outside.
"You have great taste." He said, looking around my apartment. "Thank you. I wish I could take the credit, but my Aunt decorated it for me." I told him. "Would you like a glass of wine?" I asked. "Yes, please." He answered. I went to the kitchen to pour two glasses. When I came out he was looking at pictures that I had around the apartment. "Did you take all of these?" He asked. "Yes, I did. The ones you see laying on the coffee table are ones I just developed yesterday." I told him. "I made a darkroom out of the small spare bedroom." "That is amazing. You really do have a great talent." He said. "Thank you." I told him, and sat down. He sat down next to me on the couch, and I pulled out one of my portfolios. "These are wonderful." He said, carefuly looking at each page. "Thank you." I said. We sat there for a few hours why he looked over everything. I explained the photos, and told stories about them. "I want you to come down to my office Monday for an interview. Promise me." He said, looking into my eyes. His eyes were a dark green color. "Okay. I will." I told him. The rest of the night we sat around drinking wine and talking. When hit about 2 in the morning Matt said he should probably get going. I was sad to see him go.
Chapter Six
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I stood there staring at my photograph hanging on the wall. My name and the title were printed on a little card that was taped underneath it. Looking at it made me smile, and miss home a little. It was a picture of two little girls playing on the beach. I had taken it not too long before I left for New York.
"Beatuful. The presentation is exquisite." I heard a man say behind me. I turned around and saw a very attractive, very elegant looking gentleman standing behind me.
"Do you like it?" I asked him.
"Yes. I think it captures the youth of the child, as well as the beauty of the ocean. I think it is wonderful that is the only focus of the picture. There are no other distractions. Only the two sisters and the surrounding beach." He said. "Judging by your smile and your blushing cheeks, I'd say you are the photographer." He said.
"Yes. That would be me." I told him. He held out his hand, and when I extended it, he took it and kissed the top of it.
"Well, pleasure to meet you Samantha. I'm Matthew Banks. You can call me Matt." He said.
"Well, Matt, you can call me Sam. It's wonderful meeting you." I told him.
"May I have the honor of you joining me for a drink?" He asked.
"I would love that." I said. He put his hand on my back and led me to a small bar that was set up in the corner. He ordered two cocktails and accompanied me while I looked at the rest of the artwork. We made our way around the room and I spotted Ryan's name under a wonderful painting. I looked around, wondering where he was.
"Looking for something?" Matt asked me.
"Just a friend." I said.
"So, Sam, do you take photos for a living?" He asked me.
"No. Well, not yet. I moved out here hoping to." I told him.
"I like what I have seen so far. I think I saw your name on a photo here last week, if I'm not mistaken." He said, and I nodded my head. "I would be interested in looking at some more work of yours. Do you have some with you?" He asked.
"No. Not with me, at my apartment." I told him.
"Well, I would love to take a look at that them. I run an Arts magazine here, and we are always looking for creative, talented photographers." He said.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes, really." He said, and handed me his card. "Give me a call when you can get some of your work together." He said.
"How about tonight?" I blurted out, before I realized what I was saying.
"Tonight?" He asked.
"Well, I have them, just not here." I asked.
"I would love too." He said.
"Meet me at the bar in half an hour. I need to do a few things before I leave." I told him.
"Of course." He said, and smiled. I looked in his eyes and my heart melted. I had never met someone so charming. He turned and walked over to a group of rich looking people and started talking. I turned and saw Ryan across the room looking at a sculpture. I ran over to tell him the good news.
"Whoa! You can't let a complete stranger come over to your apartment at night." He said after I told him.
"What are you talking about? It's fine." I said.
"Yeah, trust me, looking at your pictures is not what he has in mind!" Ryan said.
"How do you know? Are you jealous?" I asked him.
"No, I'm not jealous! I just think it's a bad idea." He said.
"Well, I'm sure it's fine. I will see you later." I said, walking away.
"Wait!" Ryan said.
"What?" I asked, getting iritated.
"Call me when you get home, and when he leaves. SO I know you are okay." He said.
"Okay." I told him, and left. I said good bye to a few people I had met that night, and then met up with Matt by the bar. We walked down stairs, and hailed a cab when we got outside.
"You have great taste." He said, looking around my apartment.
"Thank you. I wish I could take the credit, but my Aunt decorated it for me." I told him. "Would you like a glass of wine?" I asked.
"Yes, please." He answered. I went to the kitchen to pour two glasses. When I came out he was looking at pictures that I had around the apartment.
"Did you take all of these?" He asked.
"Yes, I did. The ones you see laying on the coffee table are ones I just developed yesterday." I told him. "I made a darkroom out of the small spare bedroom."
"That is amazing. You really do have a great talent." He said.
"Thank you." I told him, and sat down. He sat down next to me on the couch, and I pulled out one of my portfolios.
"These are wonderful." He said, carefuly looking at each page.
"Thank you." I said. We sat there for a few hours why he looked over everything. I explained the photos, and told stories about them.
"I want you to come down to my office Monday for an interview. Promise me." He said, looking into my eyes. His eyes were a dark green color.
"Okay. I will." I told him.
The rest of the night we sat around drinking wine and talking. When hit about 2 in the morning Matt said he should probably get going. I was sad to see him go.
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