The Photographer
She followed him at distance; the street was crowed anyway so it wasn’t obvious. He went into the park into a fielded area. It was perfect outside for the middle of August, not too hot. He took off his hoodie, revealing his perfectly maintained muscles. Riley began taking shots at a distance as he went through martial arts moves. He balanced on one hand, pushing his entire body up and down. He still wore the baseball cap, hindering pictures of his full face. He went into a plank, holding there for several minutes. All Riley could think of was herself underneath him, feeling the heat radiate over her body. He looked up and it almost seemed like he was staring directly at her with smirk. She snapped one more photograph once again her insides melted.