Chapter 405 Couple Photos Kyranâs soft and yearning gaze had never once left Deirdreâs face. He brushed messy strands of hair away from her forehead before finally typing, âYes. Very good.â
Deirdre paused and felt belatedly embarrassed. It almost felt as though she was asking for his compliment.
âWhat do you want to play next?â he asked. âIâm all yours.â
She was about to suggest something when she heard the snipping sound of a cameraâs shutter. She was sensitive to sounds-the sound of a camera, most of all-and immediately turned to the direction of the sound.
Kyran followed her gaze and saw a man taking pictures of them. He frowned.
The man finally noticed his more outward display of displeasure and realized his mistake. He lowered his camera and began introducing himself, âOh, I donât mean any offense! Iâm a photographer, and my Spidey- Sense just couldnât overlook the beauty in the way you two interacted and how generally beautiful the two of you are! So⦠I guess my job persona took hold of me before I knew it, haha I really didnât mean to rub you off the wrong way, seriously. If you donât like it, Iâll delete my pictures as an apology.â
âYou took photos of us?â Deirdre asked, surprised.
The manâs eyes shone. âThatâs right! Not tooting my own horn here, but I have a distinctive style and flair to my pictures. Look at this one! What a wonderful scene! This kind of moment would rake in millions of likes on social media, darling! Look, I even have pictures of you two on the carouselâ
The man was almost too excited to show off his oeuvre.
Deirdre hesitated for a moment before letting out an apologetic laugh, âS-Sorry. I, uh, canât see.â
âYou what?â The man looked up from his camera and stared at her, noticing for the first time that her eyes. -beautiful as they were-were glassy and unfocused. It actually made him feel bad for a second.
In the next moment, he said even more energetically, âSo, your boyfriend still brought you here despite your sight? Oh. My. God! This is the kind of love story Taylor Swift will write a song about, okay? No wonder the vibe between you two is killing me!â
Deirdre was certain they had met a dramatic weirdo. If he knew Kyran was mute, God knew how wide his mouth would crack open.
âSo⦠Youâve been taking pictures of us since we were on the carousel?â
âDamn straight!â replied the man. âThe way your boyfriend looked at you was just so soft! You, enjoying all the splendor and joy this world offered you. But behind you⦠He was enjoying you. How could I not raise my camera and immortalize this forever? Man, I took a lot of pictures!â
âSo, Kyran⦠was looking at me?â
Deirdre remembered the way she spread her arms-like a theater kid in Full Drama Mode-and felt her cheeks burn. She was so embarrassed that she forgot to correct the man calling Kyran her boyfriend.
Suddenly, she heard him speak in her ear, âThe pictures are beautiful.â
Kyran was telling her he was impressed with the manâs skills-a compliment that fanned her intrigue.
Then, she heard him ask, âCan I keep them?â
âKeep them?â Deirdre was stunned. âKeep those photos?â
Part of her agreed. These were irreplaceable mementos. Deleting them like this would be pretty unfortunate.
âUh, can you print these pictures out and give them to us? Weâll pay you. We want to have these pictures too,â she said. âIf you like them a lot, you can keep them for your own amusement. But please, donât upload them to the Internet, okay?â
She might have covered most of her face, but her eyes were still distinctive enough for an obsessive stalker like Brendan. It was all he would need to recognize her.
He was still searching for her, and she had every reason and incentive to thwart his effort.
The man was pleasantly surprised. âYes, of course! I wonât upload them, then! I canât print these photos out at the moment, so maybe you can leave me an address to post them to?â
âAn addressâ¦â
Deirdre thought for a moment and gave him Madame Russellâs house address. âThis one, please.
Sorry for the trouble.â