"I hate The Photographer."
It was not the first time Director Groux had to hear that sentence. The tone, the inflection, the volume, and the spirit were no different.
It was a bored voice.
A lazy voice.
The Photographer's voice.
He never entertained him on this subject, but today, the good director was intrigued.
He wanted to know… what a genius saw.
He returned the listless gaze with a questioning one.
"Why?" he asked.
Averie threw up his hands. "I don't know."
But he did know.
At least, that's what the director thought. He expected that putting those feelings into words must have seemed banal to someone with Averie's propensity. It must have been… a waste of time.
But Averie had to try; he needed to. He didn't like wasting a chance to bitch.
"He is so frustrating," he said with a sigh.
Behind those closed lids, he could already see him.
"It doesn't allow for a lot of… acting."
