Me: "May I take your picture?"
Him: "If you must."
I am not sure if there is full agreement here, so I hesitate.
But then he looks directly at me and smiles. I take this as permission granted.
I press the shutter, praying silently.
I extend my hand. “I’m Donna. Thank you for letting me take your picture.”
“I’m Gary,” he says, and shakes my hand. Warmth replaces weariness.