“Home remedies” - h.s. Part 3
“Y/N, you’ve got to help me.”
You had gotten to work barely five minutes ago before Tilly was running up to you with a camera in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other - neither of which ended up being for you.
Tilly was a smart girl. She was from New York, a uni student, and was working part time helping the photographers to get money for college. She was shy, but extremely talented, and you knew that she was going to make a great photographer one day when she finally stepped up and took the opportunities she kept shying away from. You’d taken her under your wing since she’d gotten to Ellis & Co. so she’d almost become somewhat of your apprentice.
“Please tell me it has nothing to do with spilled coffee on a camera,” you chuckled, tossing your coat on the back of your chair and checking the memos that had been posted to your desk.
Tilly looked at you for a moment before quickly shaking her head, “Oh no. It has nothing to do with that. I’ve been up for what feels like four straight days. You know with finals and work and all. I’ve been busy. Been drinking lots of coffee.”
“I can tell.” You slowly eased the mug from Tilly’s hand as she gave you a nervous smile. “What’s up?”