“Not at all”
Stella Saint, “Photographer”
“I need some photos for my mag,” I muttered from the sofa to no one in particular. “I could shoot you,” Stella replied, as she shot someone in the violent xbox game she was playing.
I found it presumptuous of Stella to assume I was speaking to her. Sure, we were the only two humans present, but there was also the cat. I indulged her anyway. “Oh? I didn’t realize you were a photographer.” “I’m not,” she said. I waited several seconds for an explanation that never came. “So you’re just…good with a camera?” I asked. She replied, “Not at all.”