Anywhere; he replied, back turned.
Loading his weapon, she thought. I’ll stand there; she pointed, but he didn’t look. Moving to the window, she watched the world outside.
Ready?
Turning, she saw him waiting and tensed.
He aimed, then paused; head tilted. What?
I can’t.
He shifted his weight and stared.
Sorry. I’m just not ready. She examined dust motes swirling in the stale sunlight, feeling the silence swell.
Reschedule? His voice was tense.
No, the deadline’s past.
So….ready?
OK.
He aimed. One shot. The photo session was over.