It's and acquired/frustrating talent. Plus the husband needs the comp for homework. :|
Echo finished off a roll of film, oblivious to any possible staring. She was used to people trying to get her attention just to be in a photo. Most of them were sold to local newspapers or magazines, whichever offered more money of course.
Searching in her bag for another roll of film, the next tune he began to play seemed very familiar. A little too familiar for her tastes. She went about changing the rolls, though not entirely focused on her current task. When she looked back up, she took a good long look at him. There was something about him.
A familiar feeling, one she couldn't place. Her brow furrowed as she tried to place him. It was not knowing whether she should feel safe or whether she should run that made her uneasy. Nevertheless, she continued her photographs as she tried fervently to place him somewhere in her memories.