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back against the door we just came out of by guiding my hips. A gasp escapes my mouth. I kiss him back and he kisses me back. His hands are still on my hips and his thumbs caress the skin above my shorts. I moan. And then he stops just like that.
“You think I am a tease.” I say.
“ Have to get back to work. And you started it.” He says.
“How long till your shift is over?” I ask.
“Not till one a.m.” he says. “I am cleanup crew tonight.”
“Really?” I ask. “Hey I have a favor to ask you. I have a new assignment to show a business behind the scenes for my photography class. Mind if I stick around and take some pictures of you.”
“Ok. I’ll check with the boss .” he says. And we both go back inside.
By eleven thirty the crowd starts winding down. And Emily and the group are ready to go to a club or something. I tell Emily I am staying and will get a ride back from David. She raises her eyebrow ring at me and I tell her it’s no big deal.
After they leave I move to the bar and get out my camera , prepping the f-stop settings for indoors at night. I take some shots of customers picking up to go pizzas and the transaction at the cash register. I take more images of the servers carrying pizzas above their heads and images of the chefs through the long rectangle window peeking through to the kitchen. It’s nearly midnight and the last customer finally leaves.
“Let me lock up and then the cleaning can begin .” David says.
Luckily there is one other employee on clean-up du ty otherwise I am not sure I would let David get any work done. But I need to focus on the assignment here. I start clicking away zooming in on his hands holding the broom handle and his green shirt framing the background of the shot. I snap away more backing up and going out on the other side of the bar to get some shots through the window that looks into the kitchen. I walk back into the kitchen without moving my eyes from the camera viewfinder. I suddenly feel something slimy land on my arm. I look down and it’s a pepperoni. I realize where it came from and that David is asking for a full on food fight. So I grab all of the olives from a small bowl and smack. They land right in his face as I take a picture capturing a few of the olives still in flight. He runs at me and I scream going behind the island and around. He chases me still with the broom in hand and catches me. He acts like he is letting me go when more pepperoni hits me. I keep taking pictures not sure how many of these just came out.
“Ok. Ok. You win.” I say. His devilishly handsome smile lifts up the side of his mouth knocking one of the olives off of his face and onto the floor. I follow it with my camera and take another shot. He lets me go and I click a few more times before setting down the camera and grabbing a cloth to pick up the olives and wipe down the counters with him.
We are just about finished in h ere when I see the other employee stacking chairs in the inside dining area. I snap a few shots of his hands touching the upside-down legs of the chairs and the dishcloth gripped tightly. David starts moving the patio tables and chairs inside. I take some of his silhouette holding the door open with his foot and a large table in his hands.
Finally e verything is done and it’s time to head out. I get one last high contrast shot of his hand flipping off the light switch. I make sure I get frames before, after, and during it too. And it’s literally lights out for the night.
The next couple of days pass quickly and without much excitement to speak of. And finally it’s Friday. Our dinner date night. He hasn’t told me where we are going. Just to dress nice but comfortable and he will come by my room to pick me up at seven.
Emily let’s me borrow a black jersey knit dress that comes a few inches above my knees. I don’t mind the length even though it does display the faint reminder of the night in the alleyway. The cut on the back of my
“You think I am a tease.” I say.
“ Have to get back to work. And you started it.” He says.
“How long till your shift is over?” I ask.
“Not till one a.m.” he says. “I am cleanup crew tonight.”
“Really?” I ask. “Hey I have a favor to ask you. I have a new assignment to show a business behind the scenes for my photography class. Mind if I stick around and take some pictures of you.”
“Ok. I’ll check with the boss .” he says. And we both go back inside.
By eleven thirty the crowd starts winding down. And Emily and the group are ready to go to a club or something. I tell Emily I am staying and will get a ride back from David. She raises her eyebrow ring at me and I tell her it’s no big deal.
After they leave I move to the bar and get out my camera , prepping the f-stop settings for indoors at night. I take some shots of customers picking up to go pizzas and the transaction at the cash register. I take more images of the servers carrying pizzas above their heads and images of the chefs through the long rectangle window peeking through to the kitchen. It’s nearly midnight and the last customer finally leaves.
“Let me lock up and then the cleaning can begin .” David says.
Luckily there is one other employee on clean-up du ty otherwise I am not sure I would let David get any work done. But I need to focus on the assignment here. I start clicking away zooming in on his hands holding the broom handle and his green shirt framing the background of the shot. I snap away more backing up and going out on the other side of the bar to get some shots through the window that looks into the kitchen. I walk back into the kitchen without moving my eyes from the camera viewfinder. I suddenly feel something slimy land on my arm. I look down and it’s a pepperoni. I realize where it came from and that David is asking for a full on food fight. So I grab all of the olives from a small bowl and smack. They land right in his face as I take a picture capturing a few of the olives still in flight. He runs at me and I scream going behind the island and around. He chases me still with the broom in hand and catches me. He acts like he is letting me go when more pepperoni hits me. I keep taking pictures not sure how many of these just came out.
“Ok. Ok. You win.” I say. His devilishly handsome smile lifts up the side of his mouth knocking one of the olives off of his face and onto the floor. I follow it with my camera and take another shot. He lets me go and I click a few more times before setting down the camera and grabbing a cloth to pick up the olives and wipe down the counters with him.
We are just about finished in h ere when I see the other employee stacking chairs in the inside dining area. I snap a few shots of his hands touching the upside-down legs of the chairs and the dishcloth gripped tightly. David starts moving the patio tables and chairs inside. I take some of his silhouette holding the door open with his foot and a large table in his hands.
Finally e verything is done and it’s time to head out. I get one last high contrast shot of his hand flipping off the light switch. I make sure I get frames before, after, and during it too. And it’s literally lights out for the night.
The next couple of days pass quickly and without much excitement to speak of. And finally it’s Friday. Our dinner date night. He hasn’t told me where we are going. Just to dress nice but comfortable and he will come by my room to pick me up at seven.
Emily let’s me borrow a black jersey knit dress that comes a few inches above my knees. I don’t mind the length even though it does display the faint reminder of the night in the alleyway. The cut on the back of my
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