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Agatha cleared her throat. “They would like you to go over the images with them in person to find out which ones they want in their wedding album and which they need touched up.”

“Oh. Sure. When?”

Zara asked, “When are you free?”

“Um. I work for a warehouse, so I can move things around. You all look like you have actual jobs.”

Randolph smiled. “How about Wednesday at Lykon’s winery?”

She looked at Agatha. “Can you get me the address and give me a time? My time management is about as good as my ability to remember to eat.”

The broadest of the three was smiling at her. “May she give us your cell number?”

“Sure. Agatha, work number only.”

“Right.” Agatha smiled. “I have another wedding coming up that needs a photographer.”

“No. You know that I worry myself into a coma if I have a certain date and time, plus some couples want a thousand fancy effects that require a big-budget budget... and I still don’t get to eat.”

Zara smiled. “Well, for today, I want to thank you for coming. Alexi was able to enjoy an event, and he only had to pick up a camera when he wanted to, and you let him. You didn’t pitch a fit, and you didn’t storm out. We had three photographers that we were interviewing who pulled out just because Alexi would be here. It was disappointing to find that Harry had pulled out, but we were happy to find out that Agatha had a trusted and reliable photographer in the wings.”

Randolph cleared his throat. “There is just one thing. We haven’t seen any images of your work, so we were just wondering...”

She laughed, hauled her tablet out of the bag, and flicked through a small gallery she had made from the day. This always happened.

The male on the right—Taka—smiled at the images. “This is lovely.”

Zara was crying. “Oh. Oh.” The next moment, she was hugging Win, and Win had to pat her back until she was done.

Randolph smiled. “So, I see Agatha knew what she was doing. Why haven’t we heard of you?”

“I like taking pictures. I don’t like people. I don’t advertise, but a friend who was using Agatha had a photographer fall through, and they called me. Now she knows I exist.”

Lykon nodded. “I get that. The work is everything.”

“Yup. Well, my work is grunt work moving pallets in a warehouse, but this is how I have fun. When fun and workoverlap, it can either go very good or very bad. This was my day off.”

Agatha sighed. “She did say she isn’t good with people. I will get you her information.”

Win bowed. “Thank you for the chat. I wish you an excellent and enjoyable few days until I try and find an address for a place I have never been before.”

Agatha smiled. “It’s easy to find. It’s just outside of town. All straight lines.”

“Good. Well, now for a well-deserved rest in a spot that doesn’t have a steering wheel.” She held her cameras, bowed with a flourish this time, and made sure she had her tablet stowed before she left the way she had come, high-top sneakers and a dress that passed for formal in silhouette.

She had made it through the entire day with no breakdowns and only passed out once. It was a banner day for her.

Win got out of her car, brought her equipment inside, and went to take a shower. She used the scrubbing gloves and the poofs to wash her body and then washed the scents of wine and sweat out of her hair. She smelled like fruit, just like a normal beta.

She loaded the memory cards into her computer, and when they were doing their thing, she got the hard drive ready. Once that was set up, she headed to bed.

Win had one day off this weekend, and she was going to lose it all to eating. She set up the preorder on her phone and crawled into bed. When she woke, she was going to hit the order button, and from there, she would eat until she was full. That rarely happened, but it was a goal to shoot for.

Her phone was ringing again, and the allure of living on the side of a mountain with no contact struck her again.

She sat up and grabbed her phone.Mom.She croaked. “Hey, Mom.”

“Win, oh, you sound horrible.”

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