(Ye!) Landon headed down the street, camera in hand. His eye was keen as he looked for a good shot. *** "Fabric glue!"
“So, I’ll call you tonight?” A warm, almost expectant voice came out of the cafe on Landon’s right as Val exited their building, folding up her notepad. She gave a noncommittal sound as a boy with brown hair and brown eyes followed her, looking at her carefully. “I have a lot of work to do, Mason,” she replied shortly, not looking up from her notepad and Landon would see the boy’s face fall. *** “Ew. Fabric poo, more like.”
Landon turned his head, his bright eyes darkening slightly. He didn't say anything, instead, pausing and looking up between two tall skyscrapers. He sighed, backing into the alleyway for the shot and aiming up to the sky. He liked the perspective of this one. *** "Don't be mean!"
“What do you want from me, Valerie?” Mason quietly. “Do you want me to beg?” Val looked up, her brow raised slightly. “What? No, of course not. Just...” She sighed, shaking her head. “I don’t know. Have some self respect.” The man went quiet and she shook her head. “I’ll... see you around.” *** “I’m not!”
She turned away from the man and froze as she saw Landon, her eyes widening. *** “I’m trying to understand.”
The man stared past her, crestfallen, before sighing and putting his hands in his pockets. His wrist had a timer on it, and he scratched at it ruefully, pursing his lips. * * * "Well, I have no idea, then."
He frowned, tilting his head. "What makes you say that? Of course they are." * * * "What about- and hear me out on this... tape."
