Mel reckoned that she’d need a couple of nights to process the images on her media cards, culling the ones she’d ignore for now and concentrating on the probable “keepers”. She hoped that it wouldn’t take more time than that. She wouldn’t have much control over the photos that Barry would use for the magazine, but the ones she would use for her own purposes – such as an exhibition or online in social media – that was a different matter. She could use her own creative skills to curate those into a collection.
Mid-September – a date for Mel
It was nearing the time for leaving, at the end of a busy Wednesday, that Jamie approached Mel.
‘I’ve a favour to ask,’ he said, ‘Any chance that we could meet this evening after work in that park again?’
She looked at him, curious, her head tilted to one side as she tried to read his expression.
‘Why?’ she asked.
‘Please,’ he said, ‘I’ll explain then.’
‘Okay,’ she said, ‘Six-thirty?’
‘Yes,’ he said, ‘Thanks, See you then.’
They arrived at about the same time, got served and sat at the table where they’d talked six-months or so earlier.
‘Come on then,’ she said, ‘What’s this all about that we couldn’t discuss in the shop?’
‘Well, in truth, some of it we could have talked about there,’ he said, ‘but I’m hoping that you’ll agree to come out with me on a date.’
‘Wouldn’t that be a problem – us being co-workers?’ she asked, ‘What’s changed since our last meeting here?’
‘The main thing is that we’re not going to be working together much longer,’ he said, ‘At least not in the shop.’
‘Are you giving me the sack?’ she asked, ‘Or will you be moving somewhere else?’
‘Neither,’ he told her, ‘You’ll still be doing the same job but taking over most of what I do as well, and I’ll be moving upstairs handling our growing online presence and business.’
‘You’ve got a cheek!’ she said, ‘How am I supposed to do two jobs?’
‘You’ll be interviewing for an extra pair of hands with Tony as soon as we can advertise,’ he said, ‘And of course we’ll give you a rise in pay to reflect the extra responsibility.’
‘Can I think about it?’ she asked.
‘The job or a date?’ he asked in return.
‘Hold on, Tiger,’ she said, ‘Job first.’
‘Take all the time you need about the job,’ he assured her, ‘I asked you to come out to interview me about the chance of us dating.’
‘How very romantic,’ she said, ‘Well, it’s obvious you’re going to need some training.’
He held up his hands in surrender.
She laughed, ‘Okay then, show me your credentials.’
He looked at her, his eyebrows raised.
‘Roll up your trouser legs,’ she ordered him, ‘Let’s see your legs.’
An elderly couple at the table next to them had obviously been listening and they turned to watch the performance.
Jamie bent and complied, raising his cargo-pants legs to reveal his hairy calves.
‘Well, those look like nice strong muscles,’ she said, ‘I think that I’ll need to feel how hard they are.’
He stared at her, open-mouthed. The old woman was leaning towards her husband and pointing at Jamie’s legs.
Mel hooted with laughter. ‘Put them away,’ she said, ‘too much flesh for our first date.’
The old woman said, ‘Leave him be. I was enjoying seeing a young man’s legs for a change.’
Jamie hurriedly lowered his trousers back down into place, blushing.
‘Now you know something of how women feel every day – as though they’re up for auction at a cattle market.’
Okay, you’ve had a couple of day’s break in the Lake District – back to Liverpool today. I said that I’d intended to do try my hand at street photography. I did manage to bring back a few shots, the first of which is today’s photo of a young guy on a skateboard near Pierhead, who was being filmed by someone.
For all the street shots, I used my Pentax KP 24 MP cropped sensor camera twinned with a Pentax 16-85 mm f/3.5-5.6 mm lens at an ISO of 100. The EXIF data for this photo were 1/320 secs @ f/5.6 and 21 mm.