The pictures were good actually. Surprisingly so. It didn’t look professional or anything, but it could be.
Phillipe nodded, “Kid, you might not do so bad.”
Cynthia was standing behind us, “Really? So they’re ok and all that?”
I turned my head a little, “You never looked at them?”
She shook her head no. “Yesterday I just left soon as I could. so, it’s been what? A day? When was I supposed to see them?” She said, timid irritation coating her voice.
“Come look then girl!” Bradley replied, he seemed to get along with Cynthia, which was good, they both had some serious talent.
Cynthia walked to the kitchen table, where the pictures were laid out. She glanced over them, quickly at first, but they slowed down to actually look at them. Finally she let out a sad sigh.
“What?” Bradley asked.
“I need to loose some weight is all.” She answered.
I laughed, that was typical girl right there.
Phillipe spoke up. “You’ll do. Trust me. Ok, so I’ll do my thing with these, take some really good ones, and the money will come”