I turn the camera on him, but I have to step backward because the zoom lens is so long. “I don’t understand.” Len puts up a hand to block the camera view. “Can I have that back now?” “Move your hand.” “I think I prefer taking the photos.” “Come on.” He finally acquiesces, and I manage to snap a picture of him grinning, but in an embarrassed way. “How come you don’t want to go back?” I ask, admiring the photo. It’s a good one, but I couldn’t tell you how I managed it.
ELIZA THAT WAS CUTE
