The Fantasy Maker
he said.
She shook her head, stepping sideways so that he was no longer standing so close to her. "Don't worry about it."
"It came out well," he said, walking slowly around the dark room, running his fingers over the edges of the chemical pans. "Are you happy with it?"
Emma glanced around the room. "They did a good job."
"Have you ever thought of starting a website? You could do family portraits, or weddings."
Emma shook her head. "I'm not good enough to get paid for it."