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    “Unbelievable,” Malvina muttered and returned to her desk, shaking her head.


    Just then, Margie’s phone lit up. She gasped and grabbed Yvonne’s arm. “He texted back—he’s free this afternoon!” She held up her phone for Yvonne to see.


    Yvonne checked the message and beamed. “Perfect. Let’s head overter today.”


    “Why don’t we just have hime here?” Margie asked while typing a quick reply.


    “His restaurant is his world,” Yvonne said with a knowing smile. “Interviewing him there will highlight what makes it so unique.”


    That morning, they finalized their interview questions and shot list. By early afternoon, they hailed a cab and made their way to Saul’s restaurant.


    Saul was already waiting out front.


    Today, he wore a crisp navy-blue zer over light-wash, high-waisted jeans. Sleek ck-rimmed sses framed his sharp features.


    “Mr. Delgado, you’re stylish as always,” Yvonne said with a grin. “I dressed up just for today’s interview. What do you think? Handsome, right?”


    Saul chuckled.


    “Not just handsome—an absolute gentleman, too,” Margie chimed in with augh.


    Yvonne set up her camera by the entrance, snapping a few portraits of Saul in the warm afternoon light.


    She showed him the results, and he nodded in approval. “You’re incredible, Ms. Jimenez. These shots really capture my charm,” he said, clearly pleased.


    Yvonne smiled down at the photos. Saul’s look was polished yet rxed.


    They moved inside, taking more pictures of the restaurant interior before beginning the interview.


    Saul was warm, open, and cooperative. The entire conversation flowed seamlessly.


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    “Any more questions?” he asked, refilling their coffee cups. “I’m an open book.”


    “No, that’s everything. Thank you so much, Mr. Delgado,” Yvonne said with a grateful smile.


    She and Margie packed up their things, ready to head back to the office to develop the film.


    “Let me give you both a ride. I’ve got to see Ethan anyway,” Saul offered, jingling his keys. Cabs were scarce in the area, so Yvonne and Margie dly epted.


    As they drove, Yvonne flipped through the photos in herp. Each image told a story—capturing moments, emotions, people, and ces. It was what she loved about photography: freezing time, giving meaning to fleeting seconds. She thought…


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