Presley Way

Presley laughed again. She didn’t think she had laughed this much in a while. “I won’t, I promise.” She grinned just as her phone buzzed from her pocket. She unlocked her the device to read the text from her uncle. “Oh shit.” She cursed, withholding the urge to roll her eyes at the old man.

— A look of concern fell over Wren’s facial features. She watched as Presley look over something on her phone. “Everything okay?” She asked. 

"Yeah,everything's fine." She answered, while tapping out a response to her uncle. "I just for got to clean up after my shift at the diner." She sighed, running a hand through her hair.

Presley smiled, “It’s okay,” She flicked on the coffee machine and turned around to face the girl fully. “Is there anything I can get for you?” She asked, fishing her notepad and pencil out of her apron pocket.

"Coffee, just coffee please. I can’t really think straight right now so I do apologise."

"It's okay," Presley assured her. "I... I'm sorry," she began "About your friend, that is. That's gotta be rough." She bit her li and tried to make herself busy. Unfortunately, the only customers there were Mr. Jenkins, who was sipping coffee at the end of counter while reading the paper, and the girl.

better start preparing for the season finale now.

Presley pretended to be offended at the thought. “I would never!” She claimed. She laughed at Wren’s expression before looking at the photo again. “It’s not that bad.” She teased. The picture was actually very good, the lights showing down onto the girl in kind of a heavenly accordance.

— Wren giggled softly. “At least don’t show it to any potential boyfriends.” She joked. The picture itself was great, Presley was an amazing photographer, she just felt that the photo’s subject didn’t look it’s best. “It is a good photo, I will admit that, I just look like I haven’t showered in two days.” She laughed and pushed some hair from her face.

Presley laughed again. She didn't think she had laughed this much in a while. "I won't, I promise." She grinned just as her phone buzzed from her pocket. She unlocked her the device to read the text from her uncle. "Oh shit." She cursed, withholding the urge to roll her eyes at the old man.

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Presley laughed at Wren’s reaction just as the camera spit out the photo. She headed back over to the couch, shaking the photo to try and ease the gray out of the image. “Photographing people has always interested me.” She shrugs. A few minutes later, once the photo has developed, Presley hands the picture over to Wren, pointing at the image. “That’s a good one.” She laughs.

— Wren shook her head and let out a breath. She probably looked like utter crap in the photo. The brunette leaned forward to watch as the photo developed. “Oh goodness. . my hair is a rat’s nest.” She lifted her hands up and tried to fix her hair. “You better not show that to anyone.” She teasingly warned.

Presley pretended to be offended at the thought. "I would never!" She claimed. She laughed at Wren's expression before looking at the photo again. "It's not that bad." She teased. The picture was actually very good, the lights showing down onto the girl in kind of a heavenly accordance.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Presley blushed and looked down. "Sorry, I was just starring off into space. Not that you're not pretty! I mean, you're totally out of my league... so there's that."

"I know right? But besides pink I love earth tones." She smiled at Wren again before getting up to go rummage through her bag that she left in the kitchen. "Landscapes are my favorite things to photograph." She pulled out her old Polaroid camera. "Well, that and people." She smirked, snapping a picture of Wren. 

— “Mm, yes, earth tones are always a good thing.” Wren replied. Yeah, it was a bit cliche or stereotypical of her to say but she couldn’t help it. She watched as Presley removed herself from the couch to wander back into the kitchen. Wren looked over the back of the couch when she heard the sound of someone rummaging. “Landscapes are one of the best things to photograph if you ask me.” She stated honestly. Just as her sentence was finished a flash met her eyes. She jumped a little and blinked.

Presley laughed at Wren's reaction just as the camera spit out the photo. She headed back over to the couch, shaking the photo to try and ease the gray out of the image. "Photographing people has always interested me." She shrugs. A few minutes later, once the photo has developed, Presley hands the picture over to Wren, pointing at the image. "That's a good one." She laughs.

Presley looked up from where she was refilling the coffee pot. “I’m sorry, are you talking to me?”

"No, just myself I apologise."

Presley smiled, "It's okay," She flicked on the coffee machine and turned around to face the girl fully. "Is there anything I can get for you?" She asked, fishing her notepad and pencil out of her apron pocket.

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