Ewan
Ewan MacCloud sat back on his motorbike and fiddled with his camera. The sunlight glinted off his red hair as he waited for his...victims was such a strong word. More like...unwitting participants. Now, Taylor Hanson had gone in there with a girl. A rather young looking girl, with bright red hair wearing a confusing mix of leather and well worn clothes. The pants were obviously expensive hand tooled black leather, but the t-shirt she wore was faded and ripped in places. Interesting mix. Add in the definetly outworn sneakers and his curiosity was peaked.
He hummed a few snatches of 'The banks of Loch Lomond' to himself as he set the camera up for maximum clarity of image. Why was Taylor Hanson going to mental health clinic at all, let alone with a girl? Oh he was betting there was a good story here. And he'd be the one to get paid for the photos. Which was good considering he'd probably need to get the hell out of Tulsa in a couple of days.
"O ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak' the low road, An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye; But me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie, bonnie banks O' Loch Lomond..." he sang the chorus outloud quietly, then sipped from the can of Coke he had leaning against the wall. He was sheltered from casual view, but he could see whoever came out of the door. And there!
He quickly started taking pictures and nearly crowed in triumph when Taylor Hanson tilted the girl's head and kissed her. And this wasn't hesitant, we've only been doing this for a while kissing, this was we might as well be lovers if we already aren't. Oh, this was gonna make him a lot of money. When the two immense dogs came out of the shadows and went directly to the pair, he took more photos. Soon, the two had headed off, the girl clinging to Taylor's waist as he drove his motorbike into the traffic. The two dogs loped off soon after that.
This was pure gold. He kissed his camera and then put it away carefully. Wonder who he should contact first...he hopped onto his own bike, crumpling the coke can and tossing it into a garbage bin. He headed towards the darkroom he could hire and the slightly horrible motel room he'd rented.
"'Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen, On the steep, steep side O' Ben Lomon', Where in purple hue the Hieland hills we view, An' the moon comin' out in the gloamin'..." He hummed the words under his breath as he skilfully made his way up the street, leaning between the cars to get ahead.