He knew those glasses looked ridiculous but couldn’t tell her. They made her happy, and he couldn’t resist the way it made him feel. He never cared about anyone that way before, never felt this responsibility to ensure to person waking up beside him was better off. His entire life had been built around never being attached. He was a landscape and nature photographer, but his buddies made jokes that he was like James Bond, traveling the world with a new mission and lady everywhere he went.
Then he goes to Bali and he’s got this perfect view of this beach at sunset, but this woman and her painting easel are in the way, so he tries to persuade her to move, but she argues her art is just as important she needs to finish before it gets dark, and they keep arguing until the sun sets, and neither win. He feels bad, and she’s pretty in funny kind of way, so he offers to by her a drink. She tells him her name is Candice, and he says his is Hank. They talk about their work, and how images are the closest thing to a time machine, and he cant understand why he’s so drawn to her. After that week he invites her to travel with him. All those things he usually finds as a turn off such as cheap jewelry, and a loud laugh he doesn’t mind. He finds it endearing that she binge watches Betty Davis movies, and eats popcorn with peanut butter. He starts asking her where she would like to travel, and suggests they visit the Grand Canyon.
Candice buys these silly sunglasses at a gas station making jokes that she looks like Elton John meets an alien. As they pass this town she sees a house she wants to paint, so he stops. As she gets out of the car, she trips a little and they laugh. He realizes right then he’s in love. He rarely takes pictures of people, but he wants this moment forever, the only time he fell in love.
Story by Olivia Arroyo