I decided to stay away from the clamor inside the VIP room where I've been staying.
Six shots of mixed liquor have been resting in my stomach, and I thought that was nothing.
Our feet are dancing intentionally because of the unsteadiness of the yacht we're in and, it cause our heads to dance too.
I went out the room with my camera in hand, stayed on the empty deck and breathe in the fresh breeze the sea has been giving us.
I looked in the horizon and there were lights, melting into the crystal water.
I positioned my camera into my face and as I about to hear the shutter sound, someone disturbed the silence that has been cradling me.

I'm right.

It's him.

The the apple of my eye that night.

The photographer.

Feeling that we're alone in that deck and only our voices can be heard soothes and calms my soul.
Talking about the same interest through the night saved me from my boredom.

I took a shot and colorful orbs went out on my screen.
And then we exchanged smiles.

But I know it has to end, though he wishes to see me again.
So he gave me a card with his name and numbers and I dictate my eleven numbers that starts with zero and nine.

Just like Cinderella, I excused myself so that I can go.
The only difference is...

I didn't left a glass slipper,

But a memory full of shutters and flashes.

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Wow, this really happens when you're inspired :))))
I want it to be a drabble, but I don't know who will I pick as the Photographer haha!

This is based on a true story, yet again haha.
It actually happened last night.
I met a hunky  photographer, who I ended up talking with half of the night.
He's really charming :>

Everything is true about this drabble though I changed some turn of events :))
When we we're alone in the deck, it's not actually our first time talking  :)))
We actually talked before that.

Should I post his photo here? cause I stole one :))