His hair fell with a delicacy that could not be replicated. The essence of his soul shined through and stood out in contrast to the simplicity of his body. He screamed uniqueness and allowed for a hint of mystery which made me drawn to him even more. 

Rummaging through my bag as quickly as possible, I took out my Polaroid and snapped him just as he was, something museum worthy for sure.  I didn't care if it was blurred as long as it was clear enough to show at least a hint of who he could be. 

As I waved the picture around waiting for it to materialize I took a few bites of my drenched, in dressing, salad. While drinking, I watched the picture turn to detail causing me to almost spit out whatever was left in my mouth. He was looking straight at the camera as I took the photo clear as day, contrary to the blurriness I was expecting. Shooting my burning red face up, I looked to find him still staring at me. He wasn't smiling. No, he was looking confused and a bit bored of the existence of life itself.

Completely flustered I kept my head down and ate away. I felt the heat of embarrassment engulfing me, permission is the number one rule of photography and I had broken it. I felt like I just committed murder. Hearing clattering I saw him getting up with his friends; I immediately got up as well, and ran over to him. 

"Um excuse me," I stated hoping dearly that I got my thoughts together quickly despite my clear embarrassment. 

"Yes?" he  exhaled, hands finding their way into his, slightly longer than waist length, trench coat pockets. 

"I'm sorry I took a picture of you without asking. If you want I can throw it away," I declared, ready to depart with the photo I loved so whole hardheartedly right now. 

He looked at me shocked and responded with clarity, "Why did you take a picture of me?"

"Well you seem different. You stand out and I admire that," I saw no reason to lie due to the fact I was caught red handed. 

Shifting his weight he looked at me, than at my table and back at me again, "So you don't know who I am?" 

"Um no I'm sorry," Curiosity got the best of me as I looked him up and down knowing he wasn't familiar at all. 

"I would like to see you again. Any chance I may have a number of yours to contact you by?" My cheeks felt like they were blazing at this point. I nodded and rushed over to grab one of my business cards that stated my name and occupation of photographer, author and babysitter. 

"Clearly you're a busy lady. I'm grateful that I got to meet you. Oh and no worries at all about the picture," he grinned at me, the smile never reaching his eyes, and began exiting again.

"Wait! May I have a name to go with the picture?" I almost reached out, the urge to hold his hand consuming me, though I knew very well I was disturbing his peaceful day already.

"Not today love. But soon," he nodded his head goodbye and made his way out the door leaving me very uncertain as to who he really was and why all the mystery. 

I situated myself back at my seat and stared at the picture. I knew I'd be framing this one and keeping it near me, sorta creepy I know. Who knew if I would see him again. I hoped I would. 

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Honestly I've published and unpublished this story so many times and edited it a billion times lol sorry. I won't edit it anymore !