Conning your way into a Westend gated community was much easier when your hypnotically blue eyes were cordoned off by glasses. He’d leant on his Diarkis accent very hard to pull of the ditsy Imera routine, flashing a couple more self-conscious smiles than absolutely necessary. It had worked, but he wasn’t looking forward to sneaking out of the area.
Still, daytime photos of attractive Imera sold for a high price, and it was always a good excuse for a quick fling. Today, however, he was strictly on the lookout for a particular kind of beauty to snap. Adjusting his leather jacket, Sully removed his camera from his bag, fiddling with it for a moment, before raising it to his eye.
In that moment, Sully saw – by pure coincidence alone – possibly the perfect subject for a photo. A stunningly beautiful man, a light beard perfectly trimmed walking his enormous cat in a harness. It was all Sully could do not to laugh, in order to get the shot. Snapping a handful, he noticed in the last millisecond that the man had turned to look at him directly.