Chapter 428.
<strong>Chapter 428. A Picture’s Worth a Thousand Words, but a Picture Does Not Do You Justice. (3/3)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">I strapped on my helmet, but just as I was about to turn the handle to take off, Dawn called out, “Uh, wait!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What is it?” I turned my head back, nced over my shoulder, and discovered she’d pinched the back of my sleeve by my elbow.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… that is… here…”
<span style="font-weight:400">She stuck her hand in her pocket and pulled out a small card.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What’s this?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“The business card for my dad’s farm. It’s got the address. If you and Rosa don’t have a ce to stay in the city... and uh… the weather gets really bad to the point you can’t camp out… yuh can alwayse and stay with us on the farm or somethin.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Only if the weather gets bad?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well… if yuh wanna… even if the weather isn’t bad… I think it’d be fine too.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You know we could have just made the offer rather than giving me a business card. We have your number already.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What if yuh got no reception or your phone’s dead? If it’s an emergency and yuh didn’t know where it was it could be bad, yuh know.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, that’s certainly true. I didn’t consider that. Good call.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“By the way…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Is this your father’s number on this card?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Yeah, it is. Why do yuh ask?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Earlier when you didn’t remember it, you could have just gotten it off this card, couldn’t you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah. Now that yuh mention it, I coulda, couldn’t I?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha. You really are an airhead.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Mmmm. Don’tugh… it’s not funny…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks for the offer, Dawn. In all likelihood, we’ll probably take you up on it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You will? Really?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. That’s great.” She ced her hand over her chest, closed her eyes, and let out a relieved breath. With that small gesture, I saw something quite rare. It was the second time I’d seen it today, but this time it was in full view. A genuine, heartfelt smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">So the first one I saw wasn’t an illusion in my head and she really can smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t miss the chance this time around. I acted fast, pulled out my phone, and took a picture of her.
<span style="font-weight:400">When she opened her eyes and noticed the phone in my hand she asked, “What are yuh doin with your phone?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I turned it to her and showed her the picture I took of her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Yuh took a picture of me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“To show you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Show me what?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You didn’t notice? Look at your face more closely?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“My face? Is there something weird on it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What is it then?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re smiling.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? You’re right. I am, aren’t I? I look weird…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t look weird at all. As someone who really looks weird when he smiles, I take offense to that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Delete it, I look really weird in it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You sure you want me to delete it? I will if you’re really against me keeping a picture of you smiling since I understand the feeling.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… actually…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Please… keep it. But…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But what?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can I… take a picture together with yuh in exchange?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s a hard bargain. If I refuse, do I have to delete the picture?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see, then I suppose I’ll have to delete it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Really? You’re that opposed to takin a picture together with me? Is it because it’s embarrassing to be seen together with me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s got nothing to do with you, I just don’t like being in pictures that much. I always look gloomy and depressing. Such a shame, it was such a good picture of you too. Oh well, time to delete it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wait! It’s fine, yuh don’t need to delete it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Why not? Why the sudden change of heart?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why? Uh. I dunno. It’s... because…” She struggled to give voice to the reason.
<span style="font-weight:400">Was she unconsciously afraid she’d be forgotten? Did she want me to remember her?
<span style="font-weight:400">Haaaaah. She’s really too adorable for her own good.
<span style="font-weight:400">A week from now... when Rosa and I returned home, we’d probably never see each other in person again. It’d just be a fleeting summer memory for her in the future. That one time she met a boy traveling together with his girlfriend from a big city.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well… it’s fine, I’ll keep it since you insist. As for your previous request for a picture together, I’ll cave just this once. Just don’t set your expectations too high and think the picture will turn out well when I’m in it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Really? Yuh’ll let me take one?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Is that not what I just said?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then… your helmet, can yuh take it off?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do I have to?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah… I don’t want to… forget,” she murmured as her words trailed off.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Forget what?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nothin, forget I said that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I removed my helmet while Dawn carefully bnced her phone on the hood of her pickup truck. She looked over her shoulder and asked, “Can yuh move your motorcycle in front sideways, and stand in front of it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.”
<span style="font-weight:400">When I was in position, Dawn started the timer on her phone. She moved to stand directly by my side and held up her right hand and made a peace sign while I stood there with a neutral expression, not looking directly at the camera, slouching with my hands in my pockets. The sh went off and the picture was taken.
<span style="font-weight:400">When Dawn took a look at the picture her shoulders trembled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I look weird as usual when I try to do those poses I’ve seen city girls make in pictures.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Certainly, if you smiled it’d look more natural.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s hard.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t look much better either though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yuh weren’t kidding, I’ve never met someone who was worse than me when ites to pictures.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah. Hey, why don’t you send me that picture?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yuh want it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s not that I want it, I’m just going to do something with it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What are yuh gonna do?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’ll see after you send it to me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t have any reception to send it though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, right.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I can send itter when I get home if yuh still want it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, it’s fine, it looks like I have a signal on my phone. I can use it as a personal hotspot.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“A personal hotspot? What’s that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Basically it’s like turning a phone into a WiFi connection for other devices to connect to so they can ess the inte using cellr data.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You can do that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. Your phone probably can do it too if you go through your settings.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I never knew you could do that. Phones are pretty amazing.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“When you actually have reception that is.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah... yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I uploaded the picture from her phone to one of my online drives and downloaded it on my phone. From there I opened it in an image editing app and took the picture I’d taken earlier and oveid her smile on top of it. After removing everything that wasn’t her smile and blending it properly to make it look more natural, it wasplete. It didn’t take very long, only a short five minutes.
<span style="font-weight:400">I downloaded the edited version and also the picture I’d taken of her smiling on her phone.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Done. Here you go.” I handed her phone over for her to take a look.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What? How’d yuh do that? I don’t look weird in it anymore.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s just some cheap editing magic. Lots of girls in the city edit their pictures to make themselves appear better. They pass it through a bunch of annoying filters too.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If yuh could do that for me, why didn’t yuh do it for yourself?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No amount of editing can fix my problems. You were only missing a smile. It’s a pretty easy fix.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, which version of the picture do yuh prefer? The original or the one yuh edited?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Which do you think looks better?” I didn’t immediately answer and instead posed the question back to her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Me? Personally… I think the one yuh edited looks a lot better…”
<span style="font-weight:400">As expected, of course people prefer the one they look more ttering in. It’s human nature.
<span style="font-weight:400">“But… in terms of preference… I prefer the original version. What about yuh?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What’s wrong? Which one do yuh prefer?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… I prefer the edited one.” I somehow felt too embarrassed to admit I actually preferred the original.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see… yeah… that makes sense.” It was very subtle, but her shoulders just barely drooped down.
<span style="font-weight:400">Now I just felt bad for lying. It’d have been a different story if it hadn’t been a stupid lie. She’d probably sought eptance from someone in spite of her fault. From someone with a simr problem to hers.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What are yuh sorry about?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That was a lie just now. Your answer sort of… caught me off guard. I expected you’d say the edited one and I felt a bit awkward to answer truthfully when you proved my assessment wrong.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yuh mean it? You’re not just saying that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I mean it. The original feels more authentic.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I kind of like the awkwardness of it. It fits us better.” Dawn nodded in an unusually good mood.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why? Because we match?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“There’s a better bnce that way. It wouldn’t be fair if you''re the only one who looks awkward in it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then are you going to delete the edited version?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, I’ll keep both versions.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see. Your choice I guess. Anyway... I should really get going now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, Rosa might start to worry because of how long you’re taking.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, see you around, we’ll be in touch.”
<span style="font-weight:400">With those parting words, I took off and returned to the thicket I’d left Rosa behind at. It wasn’t too far from where Dawn’s pickup truck was parked.