Ava didn't expect to see him again. But a week later, he returned, suit just as sharp.
"You're a photographer," he said, offering a card.
She blinked. "Excuse me?"
"You take pictures when you think no one notices. You have a Canon in your backpack. Your Instagram says it all."
Ava flushed. "You stalked me?"
"I did a background check. I'm Dominic Chase. Chase Enterprises."
That Dominic Chase?
He slid a brochure across the counter. "Charity gala. This weekend. I want you to photograph it. Natural shots. Real moments. Five thousand dollars."
Ava stared. "You're serious?"
"I don't joke about art."
He extended a hand.
She shook it.