She Walked Out of His Shadow

When it was time for the group photo, I crouched down to pick up a lens cap that had fallen on the floor.

By the time I looked up, Carter Dickerson had already raised his camera and started shooting Pamela Matthews.

I started to move closer, but in the frame, there was no place left for me.

The coworkers around me laughed under their breath.

"Here we go again. The second Carter shoots Pamela, even the way he looks changes."

"This is what you call a photographer and his muse. Nobody gets it."

My fingers tightened around the lens cap.

Everyone said the two of them had a natural rapport.