is it?” I ask her.
“I kind of have a really stupid question.”
“Okay,” I draw out the word.
“I Googled what currency I would need in Africa, and it said I would be fine with American money. Is that true?” Kenzie inquires.
“If Google said it, it must be,” I joke, but she doesn’t laugh. “You’re fine. They also accept the Euro everywhere.”
“Lord Voldemort,” the man calls out a moment later.
“Oh, that’s me,” Kenzie says and steps forward, retrieving her order.
I laugh, and she simply smiles in return.
We make our way through security, then we’re escorted to where our plane awaits us. Taking our seats, her phone buzzes again. I watch as her head tilts and her eyes narrow. This time, she turns the power off before putting the phone away.
Debating if it was rude not to ask, I finally managed the words, “Everything okay?”
“Huh,” she breathes, frowning at me, then shakes her head. “Oh, it will be.” She tucks her hair behind her ear and gazes out the window. I suddenly remember the project binder I prepared and retrieve it from the hidden pocket inside my backpack.
“Before I forget,” I say leaning forward, “these are some notes about our client and what they’re looking for from this shoot.”
Her frown quickly shifts upright again as her hands grasp the black three-ring binder and she began to flip through the pages. It takes approximately five seconds before lines begin to form on her forehead.
“Is something wrong?” I inquire.
She forces a smile and shakes head. “Nope.”
“I know this is all new for you. If there’s anything in there you don’t understand, just let me know, okay?” I offer.
She glares at the words on the pages for another minute. “Thanks, I got it.” I can see the information is making her feel pensive. I swallow, my mouth is suddenly very dry. I contemplate explaining the information in the binder further, but then decide to let her digest it on her own first.
Kenzie’s interesting, that much was obvious to me rather quickly. Her duffle bag tells me she’s not high maintenance. Based on her Starbucks order, a sense of humor isn’t lacking. She must be brave to take such a leap of faith on a new job halfway around the world, but what really intrigues me about her are the things I don’t know. There’s something inside her that’s so bright, I have trouble not staring.
The flight takes off and rather than try to fill the silence and risk exhibiting the habit of putting my foot in my mouth repeatedly, I close my eyes and opt for a nap.
W HEN I AGREED TO FLY to Africa for this job I never thought to Google how long the flight would take. Had I actually investigated this matter, I’m not sure I would have eagerly agreed to the twenty hours of travel. However, the flight gave me ample time to pore over the project binder from Aiden and jot down the million questions I would need to research on my laptop once we arrived.
Anna’s the one who obsesses over things, insisting on perfection. I’m the fun loving, fly by the seat of your pants friend. But this … this is different. This job feels like it’s a chance at something—a new beginning that’s all mine and I don’t want to mess it up.
We arrived at our hotel in Gaborone City, in Botswana, just after dawn. For some reason, I imagined shanties or straw huts along dirt roads. Instead, my ignorance was revealed when we were greeted by strip malls along the well-lit paved highways that were littered with billboards advertising drive-thru restaurants, social events, and the latest tech gadgets.
Aiden suggested I rest up. I agreed, but there was no possible way I could sleep. Despite my exhaustion, I’d spent the last four hours skimming an e-copy of the very helpful “Photography For Dummies” that I’d purchased.
Our assignment is simple and straightforward. A nature magazine has an article releasing next month about the black rhino. Our job is to capture images
“I kind of have a really stupid question.”
“Okay,” I draw out the word.
“I Googled what currency I would need in Africa, and it said I would be fine with American money. Is that true?” Kenzie inquires.
“If Google said it, it must be,” I joke, but she doesn’t laugh. “You’re fine. They also accept the Euro everywhere.”
“Lord Voldemort,” the man calls out a moment later.
“Oh, that’s me,” Kenzie says and steps forward, retrieving her order.
I laugh, and she simply smiles in return.
We make our way through security, then we’re escorted to where our plane awaits us. Taking our seats, her phone buzzes again. I watch as her head tilts and her eyes narrow. This time, she turns the power off before putting the phone away.
Debating if it was rude not to ask, I finally managed the words, “Everything okay?”
“Huh,” she breathes, frowning at me, then shakes her head. “Oh, it will be.” She tucks her hair behind her ear and gazes out the window. I suddenly remember the project binder I prepared and retrieve it from the hidden pocket inside my backpack.
“Before I forget,” I say leaning forward, “these are some notes about our client and what they’re looking for from this shoot.”
Her frown quickly shifts upright again as her hands grasp the black three-ring binder and she began to flip through the pages. It takes approximately five seconds before lines begin to form on her forehead.
“Is something wrong?” I inquire.
She forces a smile and shakes head. “Nope.”
“I know this is all new for you. If there’s anything in there you don’t understand, just let me know, okay?” I offer.
She glares at the words on the pages for another minute. “Thanks, I got it.” I can see the information is making her feel pensive. I swallow, my mouth is suddenly very dry. I contemplate explaining the information in the binder further, but then decide to let her digest it on her own first.
Kenzie’s interesting, that much was obvious to me rather quickly. Her duffle bag tells me she’s not high maintenance. Based on her Starbucks order, a sense of humor isn’t lacking. She must be brave to take such a leap of faith on a new job halfway around the world, but what really intrigues me about her are the things I don’t know. There’s something inside her that’s so bright, I have trouble not staring.
The flight takes off and rather than try to fill the silence and risk exhibiting the habit of putting my foot in my mouth repeatedly, I close my eyes and opt for a nap.
W HEN I AGREED TO FLY to Africa for this job I never thought to Google how long the flight would take. Had I actually investigated this matter, I’m not sure I would have eagerly agreed to the twenty hours of travel. However, the flight gave me ample time to pore over the project binder from Aiden and jot down the million questions I would need to research on my laptop once we arrived.
Anna’s the one who obsesses over things, insisting on perfection. I’m the fun loving, fly by the seat of your pants friend. But this … this is different. This job feels like it’s a chance at something—a new beginning that’s all mine and I don’t want to mess it up.
We arrived at our hotel in Gaborone City, in Botswana, just after dawn. For some reason, I imagined shanties or straw huts along dirt roads. Instead, my ignorance was revealed when we were greeted by strip malls along the well-lit paved highways that were littered with billboards advertising drive-thru restaurants, social events, and the latest tech gadgets.
Aiden suggested I rest up. I agreed, but there was no possible way I could sleep. Despite my exhaustion, I’d spent the last four hours skimming an e-copy of the very helpful “Photography For Dummies” that I’d purchased.
Our assignment is simple and straightforward. A nature magazine has an article releasing next month about the black rhino. Our job is to capture images
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