Here Comes

The following crumb is in response to Anonymous Legacy's VisDare 12: Waiting, which is about (wait for it) waiting. My first draft was over 200 words, but I whittled it down to 149, right under the Anonymous limit. I call it...

Here Comes

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“Every bride secretly hates the wedding photographer,” she mused, fidgeting on the cold folding chair. “They resent us because they know we covered up their blemishes and deleted their extra chins in Photoshop. This bride--who is now fifteen minutes late--hates me specifically.” She heard footsteps. “Gotta go,” she said hastily, slipping the phone into her pocket.

She turned. A man dressed in a white cassock carried an untidy stack of books and papers. He chose the chair directly across the aisle from her and smiled politely. “I would say ‘sorry I’m late,’ but it looks like we’re the only ones here.”

She smiled shyly and retrieved her phone.

“You know,” he said,  “I hate weddings.”

“Me too,” she murmured, “Guess we’re both in the wrong line of business.”

They each made quiet sounds like laughter. 
She turned her attention to her phone. He fumbled through some papers.