Jen got the solutions ready for the wedding pictures. She wanted to get those out of the way first, before she started on the museum photos. Those would require a bit more time. She steadily worked her way through, going through the motions. There was something so calming to her about going step by step and seeing the photos come to life under the red light. Her cousin’s smiling face appeared in photo after photo, looking so happy and radiant on her wedding day. This made Jen start thinking about marriage and what it would be like. She knew that she wanted to get married one day, but it was a strange and foreign idea to her. She had never even lived with any of her previous boyfriends, always preferring her space. She wondered what it was like to wake up to someone in bed beside her every day for the rest of her life. Then she started thinking about who that man would be. It was a game she played every once in a while, trying to picture the face of the man she would marry. It definitely wasn’t that boring accountant, Paul. Amy was right, he was not creative enough for her. Every time she tried to play this game, the man changed. Of course, she could never really see his face, but the general outline was something she could play around with. Today she fantasized about a tall man, slender build. Not too skinny, but not too big either. Just enough meat on his bones. She saw him sitting at table wearing a faded pair of pajama bottoms and nothing else. He had a slight muscular build, not too much, but just enough. His arm (oh, and what an arm it was…) rested on the table, his hand cradled around a cup of coffee. He had the paper open front of him, but he wasn’t reading it, he was doing the crossword puzzle. His head was bent low as he concentrated, his hair, a light brown, was just shaggy enough to hang over his forehead. Once again though, she couldn’t see his actual face. But oddly enough, she did notice that were paint splatters on his pants. Jen started laughing at that, there’s no way she was thinking about… she couldn’t be thinking about him… enough of that. She finished up the prints of the wedding and packaged them up into manila envelopes.