[As he takes his pictures, Iona continues to study. Her pen scratches across the surface of her notebook, mingling with the clicks interspersed by his shots of her. She smiles when asked, but also just smiles naturally because it's difficult not to when she's all too aware that the behind the gaze of the camera, it's Michael's gaze on her by extension.
She speaks up after a minute or two, her tone lightly teasing him.]
Are you going to start an album that's just pictures of me? I'd be flattered if you did you know.
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She speaks up after a minute or two, her tone lightly teasing him.]
Are you going to start an album that's just pictures of me? I'd be flattered if you did you know.