Lens Attraction| Sloane

[Cal Winters]

The lake. In the time Cal had lived in Pilot Ridge he had spent quite a large amount of time at this lake. Everything for good photography was here. Trees in the distance, a little ledge [actually not so little], flowers, grasses, occasionally people. The dock had been fun in the summer in black and white photo's with insects all around. Of course, it was cold winter weather now so that gave him a whole new spectrum of picture to take. Today it was rather warm, though still cold enough to warrant a thick jacket. The man had already snapped pictures of some frost covered plants and the edges of the frozen water. There were no fish to be seen, but that was okay. They were probably all hiding at the bottom for the weather to get warm again.

He sat down on one of the benches, just sort of snapping pictures of whatever took his fancy. Grass, snow, rocks, whatever there was to take pictures of. He pointed his camera over to where one of the trails came around the lake planing on getting a panorama shot when he saw someone there, running. At least, he was pretty sure that's what they were doing. It seemed a bit chilly for a run, but who was he to question when he was the kind of person to go hiking in the snow?

After a few moments he snapped the picture, the figure more of an outline than anything else. But as the person continued to move closer Cal though he recognized her. She was one of the local officers right? what's her name, what's her name... he couldn't think of it right now, but that didn't matter because it looked like she was going to be running past him. For the moment he pretended not to watch her while keeping a very close eye on her, something he was good at. Old habits die hard.

[Sloane Deveraux]

The weather was starting to get bitingly cold but like clockwork, Sloane was out of the apartment in her purple sports shoe, black half zipped jacket over a grey sleeveless top, black knee high shorts and her iPod.

She headed towards the lake as per usual and looked up dilligently. She did not need to bump into another Sam Caraway. Again. Sam was a cool dude, she admitted to that. But she most definitely did not need his fickle luck. Not today.

Unaware of her pictures being taken, Sloane ran through the forests and back out in the open. She realised she was being watched halfway through the run back to the entrance. Spotting the one who was trying to be very subtle, Sloane pondered for awhile to ask why the man was staring.

She decided to rest a bit and sat beside the man with the camera. "Lovely weather we're having." She said awkwardly. She couldn't very well just come out and ask him to stop staring at her. For all she knew, the man was blind.

[Cal Winters]

She sat down next to him, just as her name popped into his head. Sloane Devereaux. He had talked to her a few times before when he had first moved here, but not recently. He shook the little red camera as she commented about the weather.

" Yeah, great for photography. Lighting and everything." Hi speech was a little hurried, and his accent came though quite thickly without him meaning to. That happened when nerves got the better of him. Plus, he had knocked into someone earlier in the day who he was sure was a meta and had given him a nasty look, so his alarm system was on high alert. He smiled though, not feeling too ashamed about the fact it possibly looked like he was stalking her.

" Anyway, I'm Cal." he said, sticking his hands out to shake rather awkwardly.

[Sloane Deveraux]

Sloane nodded and gave him an awkward smile as he revealed that he was into photography. Yes, Sloane...as if the camera wasn't a dead giveaway. At least that eliminated the "he's blind" theory. She noticed the accent and the corner of her lips quirked up. She liked accents.

She grabbed the offered hand and smiled, equally awkwardly.

The longer she looked at him, the more familiar he seemed to be. Cal was not so much a commonplace name and she knew she'd heard it somewhere before. Which meant they'd met before. Trust Sloane to be the one cop who couldn't place people easily.

"Sloane." She answered by way of introducing herself. "Have we met before?" She asked, letting go of his hand and scooting a little further away from Cal to keep their distance.

[Cal Winters]

Cal wasn't really all that surprised to see that she didn't remember meeting him. It was pretty long while ago, and not for very long. So he nodded in response to he question.

" Yea, we met a few times right around the time I first moved into town. I was trying to get to know a few people...." He shrugged and let the sentence trail off. For a moment he wondered if she was a meta or not, but decided not to dwell on it. He really didn't need to question that about every person he met. [Although he would anyway. Paranoia wasn't something that you just snapped your fingers at and it went away.]

" Do you run out here often? " He asked, trying to sound polite. He was out by the lake often, but at all sorts of different times and he didn't recall seeing her out here any other time. Of course, he was often paying attention to his pictures and not always the people around him, unless they were to be included in the picture.