"Hey Deacon, can I take a photo with you?"
The question greeted him as soon as he walked through the door. Being that he had just come in from playing tennis, Deacon was sweaty and dirty, he wanted nothing more than to just jump into the shower and get clean.
His answer should have been, 'wait until I am clean first', but looking over at how hopeful she was, Deacon already knew that he was beat. He did not like taking pictures in which he did not look anything other than perfect, but thanks to that unfortunate sight of him that had been awakened, the sight that did not want to disappoint Haley Slater in anything, Deacon found himself nodding. It also helped that she was also less than pristine, with some flour on her face.
"All right, you may take a picture with me, but I warn you, I do not smell the best," His wife did not care, instead she instantly grabbed her camera and came rushing over.
