lostinapolicebox

lost-in-a-police-box stopped by

She held up her camera and looked through the viewfinder, panning from left to right to try to find the perfect crowded street photo. Her position, though, made it so that she was getting too many single closeups of people close to her instead of a picture of the group. Clara gave a sigh and began panning back in the other direction, stopping when she saw an incredibly fit man heading towards her. She lowered the camera and smiled approvingly.

“Hello,” she murmured, and impulsively, she sauntered up to him. “You’ve gotten in the middle of my shot, you know.”