Kenneth took a sip of his drink while he listened to Henry stutter along.

"So what, I'll be the star?" He didn't know if he liked the idea of so many people looking at him. "What do you have in mind for me anyway?" Kenneth set his glass aside and leaned forward, putting his elbows against the table top.

He worked with words as a copy editor for a publishing house. Photography was about as far away from what he did as could be; capturing pictures with a lens and light was a kind of magic, and that Kenneth could understand.