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“Oh, what kind of pictures are you taking?” Casey questioned with a tilt of her head. “Are you good?”

“Just buildings at the moment. I’m not so sure about that. My pictures are simply for a hobby, I’m not really trying to be amazing.”

“You’re irritably optimistic. Why’d you drag me out with you anyways?”

“Frankly, you’re being too much of a Debbie-excuse me, Charlie downer. I need someone to show me around the city still. I can’t be getting myself lost.”

“Yeah, no. Not even sorry Robin. If I’m taking pictures of anyone it’ll be of a woman preferably.”

“Take any good shots?”

“Mostly just buildings so far. Cities aren’t the best place to try and get pictures of things other than buildings.” Ben chuckled.

“Do you spend most weekends taking pictures of things? Or are you trying it out?”

“When I have time I like to give it go. It’s really just a hobby. Plus, I want to see more of Seattle. Might as well document it.”

“And what would you say are the awesome things in life?”

“I don’t know. Coffee. Sports. Baseball. Definitely baseball. Beautiful women such as yourself.”

“You dropped this!” Rachel hollered as she took off jogging in the person’s direction. In this moment, heels were not her friend. She had half a mind to leave the item there, but knew she would feel guilty later. So, there she was running down the sidewalk in five inch pumps, praying she didn’t trip and fall on her face.

“What?” Ben turned around after hearing a call to see a woman running in heels. “Wow, that’s some Jurassic World level heel running.” He joked.

“Does anyone know where I can find good quality coffee for less than seven dollars a cup? I set mine on top of my car and forgot it was there before driving off and spilling it into my open window.”

“I’ve been looking for a good place myself. I heard Seattles Best is good. Did it really? That’s lame. Hope it wasn’t super hot.”

Using the back of her hand, Francesca wiped at her forehead, closing her eyes for only a moment. However, in that moment, Frankie felt herself bump heavily into somebody. “Oh my God, are you okay?”

Ben stumbled backward slightly when a woman ran into him. An “Oooof” Came from his mouth. He shook it off then focused his eyes on his ‘attacker.’ “I’m fine.” Ben chuckled after realizing who it was. “Just got the wind knocked out of me. Are you alright?”

“Ah yeah, I can totally relate to that very specific event.”

“I was at the time, but when you think about it from a money perspective my shirt cost about ten times more than the coffee.”

“I might be willing to share, but you should know there’s no such thing as free snack. I should know I had to sing and dance just for the barista to give me this cookie.”

“Anytime someone mentions food you’ve got to at least attempt to make it free. Wait, are you saying if you sing and dance you get free cookies? I might need to take up those two skills.”

“Abstract stuff mostly. I just kind of throw paint onto a canvas haphazardly and hope for the best. As for my mother, well, yeah, that might be crossing a line. There’s not much to say. It’s been thirteen years since I last spoke to her, so, I’m not all that up to date with her life.”

“That’s cool. I saw a picture of this one guy who put paint in balloons and threw darts at it. That’s the sort of art I could do. Got it. Avoid mother talk for now. Do you still talk to your grandparents or father?”

“No suitable guys have presented themselves; I’m not going to chase after something that might not exist yet. It’s a shame I’ve never met him.”

“Are you saying you want to get to know the romantic, charming Ben?”

“I do. Is that so wrong? I’m a girl who knows what she wants. Just not who she wants. –You? A romantic? That’s something I’d have to see to believe, honestly. You’re more of a workaholic than a romantic.”

“Not at all. I’m simply surprised that you go as low to the tinder creeps instead of looking for a suitable guy elsewhere. See, you know the workoholic Ben. Not outside of work Ben. They are two very different people. I’m quite the catch when I turn the charm on.”