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We met at a photographer workshop. He was sitting a row in front of me, two chairs to my left.
The cloths he wore where nothing extraordinary, some brown jeans, a white oversized shirt and a black leather jacket, along with some fashionable brown boots.
I didn't notice him entering the room, nor him taking a seat. My eyes just randomly locked onto him while my mind was shifting out of focus on the topic, but since that very first glimpse he just soaked up my attention completely. It is one of those weird random moments, where you just get fascinated by someone, without there being a specific explanation to it.
Though my mind was all over the place, I subconsciously rested my eyes on him.
Suddenly I got caught completely off guard as he stood right in front of me, holding out his hand. Apparently, while I was lost in my thoughts, the workshop leader had called for a break. The guy must have noticed my stares and decided to hit me up.
"And yours is?"
I still barely could make sense of what he was saying. My attention now was captured by his brown piercing eyes and his equally coloured curly hair. He had a small face, thing chin, a soft nose and perfectly healthy skin. The look he examined me with was direct, determined and stern, but yet friendly and attentive.
"Ex- excuse me?" where the only words I could string together.
His smile formed a smirk, as he repeated himself. "Will. That is my name. And yours is?"
"Oh, I'm Tanja", I blurted out, still not grabbing his hand.
His grinning turned into a soft, friendly look as he asked me to go outside with him during the break. Finally, being able to collect my thoughts, I nodded in agreement and followed him to the smoking area.
Will took a deep breath. "I love being outside. You can't keep me in a room like that too long. Makes my mind feel trapped." he stated.
"Yeah, same for me. My focus just starts to horribly decline when someone talks monotonous like our project leader, and a hot room like the one we have our class in kills my already dwindling attention span in no time."
"That is why I love it outside. The closer I am to nature, the more I feel free. Nothing that distracts you from thinking, no loud noises, no people wanting your attention. Just you and the nature."
I was still listening only with one ear. I still couldn't wrap my head around me getting caught staring at him. What must he think of me? What made him decide to just approach me?
Will was still rambling about the beauty of nature, and eventually pulled out his phone and showed me some of his photographs he took recently. They were all showing animals habitant in our nearby forest. Every single shot was breath-taking.
"You got a good hand for this type of pictures. They're stunning."
He smiled, obviously very happy about the compliment. "Taking these pictures is the purest form of freedom, emerging with the nature around you until you don't exist anymore, and wait for the beauty to unfold in front of you."
My look must have deteriorated a bit. I'm also into photography and understand the art behind it, but I'm not a great friend of the choice of words he used. They seemed too exaggerating and forced, as if he must praise his interests and address them in an almost philosophical matter to cover the fact that he just likes to wait hours at a time covered in dirt to take a couple of shots.
My thoughts must have been reflecting in my facial expression since Will seemed to sense my underwhelming thoughts. But instead of taking offense, he put on an almost provocative look, as if I had challenged him to something.
"I recon you don't believe my word. I want to change that. Come to my hideout and shoot a couple of pictures with me. You are a photographer too, at last. You'll end up enjoying it, that much I can guarantee."
Will handed me his personal card. Ashamed of me first staring at him and now coming off rude while he was talking about his interests, I decided to finally bring out the nice, openminded person I usually am.
"That sounds nice. I am all in. Here, I'll also give you my card, so you have my contacts too."
Happily, he put took my card. The thought of him being able to share his wonders with someone seemed to have brought him great joy. "Fine, I'll hit you up the next time I'll visit my hideout."
With a last friendly grin, he nodded a last time and headed inside. The break seemed to have been over long ago since the entire outdoor space was now completely empty. I didn't even had notice the people heading inside.
Since I did not want to be disrespectful nor find an excuse as to why I'm late, I decided to leave and go home. What had occurred today left me so confused and lost in thought anyway, I would not have obtained any information whatsoever.
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The days passed, and after a week I almost forgot about that afternoon, until about 15 Pendik Escort days later, on a Sunday morning.

I was drinking my first coffee of the day and was going through my mail. A random post card showed up in between the bills