The fact was that I did want to have her tagging along. It had been a productive day, being guided around by a vivacious and beautiful woman. Somehow the thought of going it alone the next day was not that appealing. In the past I had always tried to work alone if possible, so as not to absorb other peoples' impressions while I took photos. Somehow working with her had been different though. Things seemed to have more meaning with her there.

When she shoved me, I shoved her right back. I supposed that I was flirting too. Anyway, I was very aware of how closed we were on the hood of the truck, while I took the pictures out of a pocket on my vest. There were four pictures which I had chosen from the dozens of pictures I had taken. They represented the best ones, and I planned to put every one of them in my book. One was a closeup of her face, which seemed transported by the joy of the dance. Another was almost a side on view, with her pale legs flashing against the dark backdrop of the pub. The last two were straight on. I held them out to her one at a time, looking at her face to gauge her reactions. Somehow it was important to me that she liked the pictures as much as I did.

It was a little dark to see the pictures, so I took a small flashlight out of my pocket, and shined it on the pictures as she looked at them. At first, she did not react, and I waited with baited to see if she liked them. Since that time, I have spent a lot of time, enjoying her reactions to my photographs. When she is pleased with a shot, it makes my day and I can always trust her to be bluntly honest with me, something which is not always true of others in the industry. 

But I digress. She was looking at the pictures, and I was waiting for her response.