Behind the Lens || Zoe&Tao
His figure was lazily plastered to the bench, long legs spread out before him that crossed at his ankles. The dim glow of his phone had garnered his interest after music he’d never heard of had waltzed out of his headphones and into his confused ears. With a shrug of his shoulders he puts off the investigation that he would make for later while for now he accepted the foreign intrusion of unfamiliar music, but as his gaze left the darkened screen of the device, his dark eyes met with another: a camera. Hands held the camera while a petite figure stood behind it, yet even with a squint of his eyes he couldn’t catch the face behind it. It isn’t until seconds pass and his observation continues that he realizes the camera is pointed at him, and the realization brings a fist to his mouth as he coughs—loud enough for the stranger to hear along with a quiet pleading of his eyes—in an attempt to translate the slight discomfort at being photographed.
She was slowly getting used to the time and effort most men in this country took in their appearance and how a good majority of the time, she had wished she were as pretty as some of the guys within the city, but from what she could tell, he didn't appear as if he were from this country although she wasn't very good at telling the difference sometimes. However, her daze was snapped at the sound of a hacking cough, completely unaware of the pleading eyes as she let her camera drop to her stomach, the strap keeping it from crashing to the ground as she ran as quickly as her short legs could carry her to the seemingly choking man, speaking in heavily accented and very slow Korean as she patted him on the back in an attempt to help him. "Are you okay, mister!?"Â
