He’s right. “You said you know how to use my camera, right?”
I chew on my lip and nod. “It’s no problem. I’ll make it work.”
“I’m sorry,” he reassures. “I’m sure whatever photos you manage to get will turn out great, and we’ll figure it out.”
I mentioned my interest in photography. My only experience is from high school when I took photos for our school newspaper and yearbook. This is entirely different, though.
“I’ll stop by on my way out to grab your camera. We’ll figure it out, one way or another.”
We both say our goodbyes, and I step back from the door.
My mind is a storm of worries, all bringing me back to reality when I hold up my phone, remembering Serena’s still on FaceTime.
“Looks like you need a date with orgasms after all.”