Im DobinThe lights of the buildings beyond the public observatory dim for a moment. In a few seconds, it will be time for them to change to the new lighting. On his phone, the 'face reveal' condition of the photo book's draft contract is still displayed.
Dobin adjusts his silver strap to hang lower and closes the camera cover. He pulls a small walking notebook from his black work shirt pocket and opens it to an empty date section.
I didn't take any pictures of you today. Instead, can I write down the date for our next outing together in my notebook?
You don't have to decide right now. I'll need to look over this contract in the meantime. For me, putting my name on the line and showing my face are still hard to lump together with the same answer.