Love Resolution

An hour later, Marcus was seething and Avery was shivering uncontrollably. They had taken tons of pictures in front of the Granville Market graffiti mural, none of which pleased the temperamental, grumbling photographer.

His forty-something face pinching into a grimace, he drew off his knit cap and threw it on the wet pavement. “I don’t know how they expect me to work in these conditions and with this,” he said, gesturing at Avery, “neophyte.”

Marcus growled, pushing off from the wall where he’d been leaning. He advanced toward the man, his hands fisted. He was just about to straighten the guy out when Avery put her hand on his chest.

“It’s ok.”

“No it’s not Ace. The guy’s being an a*shole.”

The photographer saw Marcus coming and backed up a step. “She needs to relax,” he said in a more conciliatory tone. “I can’t get a good shot until she does.”

Avery sighed and gave Marcus a defeated look. He could tell that she was at the end of her rope, just like him, only she was handling it much better.

“Hold up a minute,” he said getting an idea. “I’ll be right back.”

“Now what?” he heard the photographer comment. “These rock types are such divas.”

When Marcus returned a couple of minutes later, he was glad to see someone had draped a coat around Avery’s bare shoulders. Her emerald eyes sparkled and she smiled at him when she saw what he carried.

He placed the black Ibanez in her hands and glared at the photographer. “Why don’t you give it a try now?”