Chapter <b>146 </b>
The inn had a resident photographer who offered professional photos for tourists at a rate <b>of </b>20 dors per picture.
Charlotte approached the photographer with a polite smile.
“Sir, could you help us take some photos? But please use our <b>camera</b>.<b>” </b>
The man epted the camera she handed over and did a quick check. <b>His </b>eye
widened <b>with </b><b>surprise</b><b>. </b>
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<b>“</b>Wow<b>, </b>you two must be serious about photography. This <b>is </b><b>a </b>high–end camera. <b>I’ve </b>been wanting one for ages<b>, </b>but it’s a bit <b>too </b>pricey for me.<b>” </b>
Charlotte smiled politely.
“<b>It’s </b>just a hobby.”
The photographer chuckled, clearly excited.
<b>“</b>Man, this is my dream camera. Since <b>I </b>get to <b>use </b>it, I’m definitely going to take <b>extra </b>photos for <b>you</b>.”
“Thank you<b>,</b>” Charlotte replied.
“Alright, stand here. This spot has the best angle for the mountains in the background.”
He adjusted their positions, his tone enthusiastic but professional.
<b>“</b>You, sir, just a bit <b>to </b>the left–<b>yes</b><b>, </b>perfect. Miss, lift your chin slightly<b>–</b>great, just like that.”
As he snapped away, the photographer couldn’t <b>stop </b>admiring the camera’s quality.
“No wonder it’s <b>so </b><b>expensive</b><b>. </b>Look at this resolution! Worth every penny. I really need <b>to </b>start saving up for one.
“Alright, let’s try a few more poses,” he suggested.
Peeking around the camera, he gave them an <b>easy</b><b>, </b>friendly grin.
<b>“</b>You two look like a celebrity couple<b>! </b>I swear<b>, </b><b>I </b>could put these photos on a magazine cover.<b>” </b>
Sean<b>, </b>in an unusually good mood, responded with a rare hint of warmth.
“Thank you.”
His gaze drifted just past the photographer, catching sight of Zac standing at a distance, his <b>face </b>dark with barely <b>concealed </b>frustration. Noticing this, Sean’s smile grew a little wider, a faint air of victory in his <b>expression</b><b>. </b>His arm tightened around Charlotte, his mood getting <b>even </b>better. Zoc’s face remained tense as he watched the coupleugh and lean into each other. <b>It </b>was like a knife twisting in his chest.
Unable to stand the sight any longer, he turned and walked away.
The photographer, still buzzing with excitement<b>, </b>continued snapping photos. Getting to use his dream camera was clearly the highlight <b>of </b>his day. He happily directed them through various poses, making sure to capture the perfect shots.
After half an hour, the photographer reluctantly handed the camera back to Sean, clearly reluctant to part with it.
<b>“</b>I’ll just charge you for two photos. The rest are on me. Consider it a thank you for letting me use your amazing camera.<b>” </b>
Sean <b>turned </b>on the camera, scrolling through the photos.
“You took quite <b>a </b>lot of shots.”
<b>“</b><b>I </b>want to see<b>!</b>” Charlotte leaned closer, scrolling through the photos.
<b>“</b>Wow, <b>sir</b><b>, </b>your photography skills are amazing! These turned out so good.”
She looked up, <b>smiling </b>at the photographer.
“You should charge us properly. This is your business, and it’s not easy making a living. We wouldn’t feel right taking advantage of you.”
Her words made the photographer teel abit guilty
Twenty dors <b>per </b>photo was already a steep price for a tourist spot<b>, </b>and most people were careful not to overspend.
But not only had these <b>two </b>used their own high–end camera, he had gotten a bit carried <b>away</b><b>, </b>snapping around forty or fifty photos instead of the ten they initially requested.
If he charged them the full rate, <b>that </b>would be eight <b>hundred </b>to a thousand dors. That seemed <b>unfair</b>, even if they looked like <b>they </b>could afford it. He didn’t <b>want </b>to take advantage of them just because <b>they </b>appeared wealthy
<b>The </b>photographer’s conscience won <b>out</b>. <b>He </b>quickly waved his hands.
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“No, no, that won’t do. I took a lot–forty or fifty shots. If I charge you twenty dors per photo, it would cost you a small fortune. Let’s just stick with the original n. Ten photos for two hundred dors.”
He pulled out his phone, disying his QR code for payment.
Sean scanned it without a second thought.
A notification immediately popped up on the photographer’s phone, and his eyes widened in shock when he saw the amount.
“Wait, sir… you sent a thousand dors! Did you make a mistake? I can refund the extra.”
<b>“</b><b>No </b>mistake,” Sean replied calmly, pocketing his phone.
“I don’t take advantage of people.”
The photographer’s shock quickly turned to joy. He was practically beaming.
“This guy must be loaded. What a lucky day!” he thought.