We walked and spoke about random stuff, he asked about my dad as most people do, I asked about his career and photography in the magazines and art became a very common topic between us, praising me for my creativity often, but not in a way that made me really suspicious of him. Porn He looked like your typical hipster and even made jokes about it in class, so it was really fucking hard for me. A man who was only a few years younger than my father, a legend in the community as he was both a famous photographer and painter as well. “Just probably need a smoke.”
He smiled at me through his beard that bristled around his lips and eyes that crinkled at the corners.
