vivaxeric:

Catching up with her pace in a few wide strides, Eric made sure not to fall too far back, moving past the few passerby along the way. “Thank you,” he nods, glad for the help as he stepped to the side once, avoiding the elderly couple. “Name’s Eric,” he introduced himself, nodding with a smile, “yes, a professional photographer - how did you guess?” The man tilted his head lightly, taking two wide strides to walk in pace with Hillary, “Freelancing right now though. I assumed that you’re a student then, having just transferred over to the place.”

“It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. Eric.” Hillary said after hearing his reply, making sure not to bump against another person’s side while walking in a busy sidewalk, holding the strap of her sling closer to her body.  “And you’re welcome too. I’m always willing to help as long as I’m able to.” She turned towards the side to see Eric walking beside her. Hillary smiled as well and nodded to let the other know she was sincere before answering to feed his sudden wonder. “Cameras, although fascinated by many, there would be a different emotion emitted by photographers upon the mention of such item. Probably because that’s how I feel for my paints and I saw that expression to you. It was a good guess after all, wasn’t it?” She almost chuckled upon saying that, but her attention went immediately to the post in the intersection and pressed the button so they could cross the street. “Freelancing is a noble job, and I’d like to be one when I grow older. Yes, you’re right. I’m still a student who recently transferred in this area. Mmh, about four or six months ago? How about you? Do you live near?”