“Hey, do you know how to take the perfect shot?” a young woman named Sofia asked the stranger next to her. She was at a bar. Sofia never knew him. And yet, she was asking because she was drunk.
“Oh yes, of course. Though, it can be difficult,” the guy named Ryan replied and sipped his beer.
“I know. Those animals can be slippery,” she smiled. Sofia was a photographer, mainly taking pictures of nature and animals.
“I guess you can call them animals. But what about the angles?” Ryan wondered. His job was being an assassin, not nearly as peaceful as Sofia’s job.
“Finally! Someone who gets why angles are so hard! They always move,” Sofia pouted.
“Oh yes, they always move. It’s hard to line up. And taking the shots in public is very hard!”
“Yes, yes, I don’t like to take my shots in public.”
“Very well said! Hey, and headshots! My gosh, headshots are the best!”
“Hmm, I guess. But I don’t really-”
“Oh! And you want to know some advice, my friend?”
“Go on,” Sofia slumped on the table, curiously awaiting his answer.
“You have to have patience. Or else you might miss your target and that really sucks.” Sofia nodded her head, taking in all the information.
“And if you feel unsure about your shot, you can use a laser, simple as that.” Ryan shrugged.
“Mm, yeah. That makes perfect, wait what?” Sofia suddenly snapped out of her sleepy trance and realized what he just said. A laser? For photos?
“I’m sorry, lasers? What exactly is your job?” Sofia suddenly questioned.
“Um, please keep it a secret. I’m an assassin…” Ryan implored. Sofia took a minute to process what she just heard, but then swiftly stood up.
“Wait, so you weren’t talking about photos?” Sofia inquired.
“Photos? No! We’re talking about murder and gunshots!” Ryan stood up as well. They both looked into each other’s eyes. How could they have such a smooth conversation, and yet totally talk about different things? Laughter sounded after their staring contest. It was so ridiculous, to be talking about two totally different things, and yet, have a great conversation.
“The name’s Ryan,” he pulled out his hand. Sofia was about to grab it when she realized, he’s an assassin. He could kill her at any moment.
“I know what you’re thinking. So no, I won’t kill you. If I wanted to, you would have been dead a long time ago.” Ryan grinned. It was genuine but Sofia thought it was a creepy smirk. Her hands trembled slightly as she shook hands with the man and sputtered out her name.
“So, Sofia,” Ryan started as they both sat down. “Tell me more about photos. You seemed so intrigued by telling me about it.” “Huh?” Sofia remarked. “Oh, alright,” and she rambled on about her experiences. The night went smoothly, despite how dangerous the situation was. And the bartender, who eavesdropped everything, tried very hard to stifle hysterical laughter.