Better Love In A Photo

 ZOEYThe setting was based in a medium sized room covered in grey metal walls proud enough to reflect even the littlest sound. Not much credit could be said for the lighting,as it shone dimly encrusted in the concrete ceiling above. CCTVS also installed at every corner of the room. And there lies the metal table rigidly standing at the center accompanied with two metal chairs. One she sat on with her hands cuffed and the other,the detective whose face showed just how impatient he's grown. "With all due evidence,it is hereby certified that you killed your husband!." Said the detective whose voice contained disappointment and his haunting narrowed gaze. "No!" Zoey gasped. "I didn't kill him!. He was so dear to me,he was my angel,my guardian,the love of my life. Why would I kill such a man?" She cried further,he

  DANIEL "I'm glad you're okay now." Daniel soothed. His eyes containing so much care and softness. "It's just a minor accident. Don't worry."  Daniel nodded with a worried face. He took a quick glance around the room before planning to move."I'll take my leave now" He muttered but as he reached for the door knob.. "Daniel..." He paused in his steps to stare. "Thank you for coming."  A small grin parted his lips. "Get well soon. Mr Clinton." He nodded again before exiting the room. Walking worriedly amidst the nurses that held one thing or the other,some were busy attending to patients with hearty smiles and kind

DANIEL"Ehhh Daniel!....." Said the cheerful voice of the man most probably in his late forties as he welcomed his partner to join him on his coffee table with a wide grin."Comment allez-vous?" He asked once Daniel had resigned to the seat opposite his.Daniel lifted an eyebrow before letting out a light sigh."I think I'm doing great Charles,thank you." He answered. It's been basically two months now that he's arrived Paris. He's first week was a tough one for him,he missed New York, it's people,his African friends at the quarter and most especially,Idris. Talk about the mode of dressing,their language which he found hard to understand yet intriguing, or the wonderful delicacies his taste buds struggled to adapt to. The rest of the weeks he spent them meeting with Charles Louis,his co-worker whom Mr. Clinton had promised, in preparation for this magazine they were going to shoot in the coming months. At first

ZOEYIt just can't be sheer coincidence that Daniel was staying in the same hotel,Hôtel Britannique,with her. It was fate!. As she closed the door behind her,hopping to the bed with a sweet smile written all over her face she thought of the evening's walk she shared with him; The brief visit to the El Louvre Grand Cafe,walking hand in hand across the street of Rue de Rivoli amongst the hustling crowd,the jovial conversation they shared and most especially,the way he took photos of every beautiful thing that came across his way,talking lengthy about the beauty Paris beholds. She lay on her king-size bed staring at the beautiful lights that hung from the ceiling with only one scene replaying in her head; The moment when he asked to make tomorrow special for her. She bit her lower lip excitedly,just thinking about his soothing tone and the kindness in those brown irises of his made her anticipate.

DANIEL"Good work everyone,good work!" Daniel watched in admiration as Director Louis cheered. He walked about showing appreciations and showering praises on the crew and Models for their efforts. It was quite a reliever for Daniel too as today marks shooting an end of a major scene. It's been several months they've been preparing this project owned under Elle magazines and he was at least glad he achieved two things;he didn't disappoint his boss and he made a friend. Zoey. As her thoughts crossed his mind he took a glimpse of the beauty smiling happily amidst her fellow casts obviously commending each other's efforts. Ever since that day which occurred months ago, they've grown to become fond of each other. A smile played on his face when he remembered Zoey's consistent promise to return his cardigan she borrowed a night out for coffee which she failed at horribly. He'd insisted on her keeping it but she was persistent too yet this cardigan