HeyYoureThatGuy
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Ryan sat at the bar, half a beer in front of him, thinking, I finally did it.
He’d gone out to celebrate finally owning his photography studio free and clear. He had a lighting assistant and people who he contracted out for hair and makeup when it was needed, who’d joined him, but things were starting to wind down. He was feeling tipsy, but not too bad. (Though it could sneak up on him sometimes. He was a bit of a lightweight, and he was two shots of whiskey and a beer and half into his night.) He’d finish his beer and either walk home or call a cab.
It’d taken him a long time to get his studio established. Word of mouth had netted him wedding gigs, senior photos, and the occasional boudoir session.
While he was always professional, he like the boudoir sessions. Ryan had a thing for photographing nude or nearly nude women. Especially in public. He had a few models he worked with, again he was professional with them, but he was getting more out of it than expanding his portfolio. Occasionally he’d have a girlfriend who was into it, or at least willing to try. Not at the moment, though. He’d been working so hard to get to owning his place that he hadn’t had much time recently.
But now that he was done with that… He ran a hand through his short-cropped black hair and looked at himself in the bar behind the mirror. He was a good looking guy. A handsome face with a solid jawline, blue eyes. He was lean, lightly muscled. His fashion sense was jeans and t-shirts with a flannel over it in the colder months, but that was pretty common in Vermont. Attracting women had never been a huge problem. He used to be really awkward, but now could be downright charming at times.
Finishing his beer and stood to leave. That’s when he saw her.
He’d gone out to celebrate finally owning his photography studio free and clear. He had a lighting assistant and people who he contracted out for hair and makeup when it was needed, who’d joined him, but things were starting to wind down. He was feeling tipsy, but not too bad. (Though it could sneak up on him sometimes. He was a bit of a lightweight, and he was two shots of whiskey and a beer and half into his night.) He’d finish his beer and either walk home or call a cab.
It’d taken him a long time to get his studio established. Word of mouth had netted him wedding gigs, senior photos, and the occasional boudoir session.
While he was always professional, he like the boudoir sessions. Ryan had a thing for photographing nude or nearly nude women. Especially in public. He had a few models he worked with, again he was professional with them, but he was getting more out of it than expanding his portfolio. Occasionally he’d have a girlfriend who was into it, or at least willing to try. Not at the moment, though. He’d been working so hard to get to owning his place that he hadn’t had much time recently.
But now that he was done with that… He ran a hand through his short-cropped black hair and looked at himself in the bar behind the mirror. He was a good looking guy. A handsome face with a solid jawline, blue eyes. He was lean, lightly muscled. His fashion sense was jeans and t-shirts with a flannel over it in the colder months, but that was pretty common in Vermont. Attracting women had never been a huge problem. He used to be really awkward, but now could be downright charming at times.
Finishing his beer and stood to leave. That’s when he saw her.
