The Girl in His Lens Wasn't Me
Language: en
During the group photo, I crouched down to pick up a lens cap I'd dropped on the floor. When I looked up, Dylan had already raised his camera and pointed it straight at Wendy. I was about to move closer, but I could already see there was no space left for me in the frame. The colleagues around us laughed under their breath. "Here we go again. Every time Dylan shoots Wendy, you can just see it in his eyes." "That's what you call a photographer and his muse. Nobody gets it like they do." My fingers tightened around the lens cap. Everyone said they had a natural chemistry. But nobody…