"Gentlemen, this right here is the young man who took most of these beautiful pictures," Mr. Chêë said. "Young man, you have an eye for photography, ever think of taking pictures of models?" One man asked. "No sir, though I'll think about it now." Ash smiled. "If you do..." he trailed off and handed Ash his business card: Rob Zenku-professional model photographer. "I have a gallery up in Detroit if you ever want or need a job. Great work Ash, may I call you Ash?" Another man said and handed Ash his card too. Tomis Barrek - professional photographer and journalist. "Thank you sir and Ash is fine." Ash looked back at Lucy and smiled at her intrest in his photos, she's always been so supportive of him. "She yours?" Another man asked. He handed Ash his card; private professional photographer in Hollywood. Mr. Jean Yeats. "No sir, she's my best friend and she's always so supportive of me. I owe most of my inspiration to her." Ash said. "She's pretty, why just best friends, I mean obviously you like her more?" Mr. Zenko asked. "Reckon we just a little scared, but come next week hopefully we'll be more." Ash looked down at his feet then over at Lucy. "Why wait? Go and get her now." Mr. Barrek said and all four men smiled at Ash. "Go get her Ash, go head." Mr. Chêë said. Ash knodded and made his way over to Lucy.
Lucy heard Ash's footsteps and looked up. "I bet you've got a million offers of work from those businessmen, haven't you?" she chuckled. "Remember me when you're a billionaire, perhaps include me in your biography. Was business stuff all they wanted?"
Ash just smiled at Lucy before he placed his hand on the small of her back and lead her away from the crowd to a smaller room. "I have something to show you." He opened the door and walked in. "Those aren't all the pictures I have and I wanted to get your opinion on how well this would work when I ask that girl out." He flipped on the lights and waited for her response.
((What is it? Just so I know how to react...))
[Its a room full of all his favorite pictures, some of her, some of him, some of them and some of anything and everything. His own personal collection.]
A smile lit up Lucy's face as she looked at all the photographs. "Any girl who sees these won't be able to say no to you," she breathed. "Although you might want to take the ones of me down, it might give her the wrong impression."
"I don't know, I think she likes the room and the pictures." He said with a smile. "She seem captivated by them as far as I can see." He laughed a soft laugh. "So, if I asked her to go to the Valentine's dance and be mine, how do you think she'd react?" He watched her carefully.
Lucy looked at him, her brows knitted in confusion. "Ash, there's no girl here. I'm sure she will love it, but you're speaking in present tense," she said. Then she looked again at the pictures and realisation hit her. "Ash, are you... Are you talking about me?" she asked hesitantly, fighting a grin.
Ash took a deep breath and walked over to her. He towered above her, so he was looking down at her eyes. He smiled. "Yes Lus, I'm talking about you, I've always been talking about you." He swallowed and a slight frown crossed his face. "You're not going to turn me down on being my girl and date to the Valentine's dance, are you?" He stepped away, looking down, insecurity written on his face. What if she said no? What if she doesn't like him like he likes her?
"Of course I'll be your girl, of course I'll go to the dance with you," Lucy beamed. For a moment she forgot her doubts about whether the two of them would suit each other, and what everyone might think.
Ash couldn't help but smile and he left every single doubt of how well they'd work. He smiled and picked her up, twirling her around. When he set her down, he still held her close to him. He dips his head and kissed her.
Lucy met his lips, hesitantly at first and then more eagerly. Her hands moved seemingly of there own accord so that one was resting on his chest and the other was reaching up to tangle in his hair.
Ash reveled in the sensation that they had created. He pulled back and looked at her, she was stunning. "Lus," he brought his hand to her cheeck. "We should get back out there." He smiled at her and kissed her one more time.
"People will be wanting to congratulate you on your artwork," Lucy agreed. She gently moved his hand from her face and threaded her fingers through his, giving his hand a squeeze. "Go get 'em tiger!"
He smiled and untangled their hands to wrap his arm around her waist. Together they walked out the room. They made it back to the gallery just as Mr. Chêë was starting the auction. There's an hour before the gallery is to close. "It's the first picture created, lets start the bidding at $50." He says and Ash bites his tongue.
Lucy watched the bidders frantically try to win some of Ash's art. She felt so proud of everything he had achieved. Lucy leaned against his shoulder smiling and stood in the balls of her feet to whisper in his ear. "Perhaps I should bid for something," she smirked.
Lucy watched the bidders frantically trying to get hold of pieces of Ash's art. She smiled, leaning into his shoulder. Even if she'd wanted to bid as well, there was no way she could afford anything at the prices they were selling for now.
By the time the gallery closed, all of his photographs were sold, some for more than they're really worth. Mr. Chêë approached Ash and Lucy. "Great Jon Ash, we sold everything and I'm pretty sure we made over 6,000 dollars." He smiled at Ash. Ash turned toward Lucy. "Let's get going, I'll walk you to your dorm." Ash smiled and turned them toward the door.
Lucy pulled her jacket closer around her shoulders as they stepped outside. "Congratulations, Ash!" she grinned, throwing her arms around him.
Ash smiled and continued to walk her to her dorm. "Thanks Lus. It really means a lot to me that you came and decided to be my girl. I wouldn't have sold anything or have anything if it wasn't for you. You wrw always my inspiration." He kissed her again.