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Nate Whitfield

A beautiful weekend day, clear with only a few puffy clouds hanging high in the blue sky, there wasn’t even the thought of rain, warm but not too hot, cool but not too cold. A perfect spring, nearly summer day. A fantastic day to go out and about into the city for some photography. Especially with the location the club had picked this time, a small park that was surrounded by historic-ish buildings. A real small town vibe, all surrounded by a city that loomed right in the background.

Nate walked up to a man who was crouched on the ground, lining up a shot with his exceedingly expensive camera, and waited until the photo had been taken. Nate offered a hand up even as he asked, “Where exactly did you find this place? I’ve been all over the city but I swear this street is like something out of a time capsule.” It had been a bit of a trip from the heart of the city but it was well worth it.

“Right? My girl heard about the small little craft store over there and dragged me here and I just knew it was a perfect place for the group. Just had to wait for the weather to stop trying to drown me in pollen.” The other male absently pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his nose. John had horrid, absolutely needed to be drugged horrid, allergies so for a while the photography group had been meeting inside, or in less verdant areas… or without John. He was quite glad that this area, while full of flowers and green things, were not enough to overpower his allergy meds. At least not yet.

“Well, tell your girlfriend that she found an absolute gem.” Nate assured John before turning back to his, much cheaper, camera himself. This time he was looking for an angle that caught both the two and three story brick and wooden buildings in the foreground with much taller buildings in the back. Tall structures of glass and steel scaring the blue sky, only slightly muted with their distance.

Nate was in the middle of snapping a few pictures away from the others when he spotted someone just walking up the sidewalk. Nothing special. A young woman carrying some kind of iced drink, but that little smile and the tilt of her head as she obviously looked up at the sky had him clicking the shutter several times. It was a very 'bask in the sun' enjoyment moment. A clear sky, old style buildings, a briefly empty street... he had been very lucky on that one, and just the clear joy on the face. It was a great shot. He checked the digital display and found the perfect one, where nothing had a movement blur, and politely approached the young woman.

"Excuse me miss," He stopped some distance away, trying not to startle her too much. "I am with one of the photography group and I just got a few pictures with you in them. Would you like to see them or would you prefer I remove them?" Nate hoped the younger woman would be ok with him using them for the club's display work but first he needed to make sure she would be fine with being the primary 'model' of the picture. Not everyone appreciated it. They might be in public, where there is no real expectation to privacy, it was still polite to make sure it was ok to do.

Fin was not quite eager for another summer under Earth’s less than friendly sun. It might be the same sun he’d dealt with back on Bacchus but at least it seemed to know when and how to impose itself on people there. Unlike here, where it wrapped itself and its heat and the obscene brightness and all the rest of its nonsense around anyone who was just trying to go about their lives. He pinched the bridge of his nose behind the pointy-tipped sunglasses he’d recently acquired. They did nothing for the air that seemed to want to attach to his skin but they muted the assault on his eyes. Rolling his shoulders he was grateful for the little tablets that chased away the worst of the pounding in his head. Somehow more grateful still for the fact that his clothes allowed the entrance of a breeze. A short, sleeveless shirt hung loosely to just below his sternum, a green frog reclining against the black fabric.

Traipsing once more through a small, familiar park, the glamoured alien found his attention drawn to a group gathered by a little shop. He’d dug around in there a few times, even paid for stuff on occasion.

He meandered over, curiosity piqued by…whatever human thing they were doing before he noticed a familiar face.
“Nate!”

Fin approached with a wave, “What’s all this?”