Capturing Savannah by J. L. Krajcirovic Page A

I am waiting for him to speak so when he doesn’t I turn to face him.
    “Thea are you sure you are ok?”
    “I am good, really” I say. Turning back and reaching for the car door handle so we can go inside. I leave my camera equipment on the floor of the car. He gets out too and I attempt to change the subject.
    “So this your car?” I ask. L ooking back at the white Honda Accord. Thinking to myself about the white color of the car and how he just might be my white knight here.
    “Ya. It’s how I got the job here . Having a car helps with a delivery job.” He says. “Plus I am not too bad with making a pizza either.”
    He opens the pizza shop door for me and we walk to the end of the bar top counter all the way in the back. It’s packed inside but I take the empty seat at the end stool and he says he will be right back. In only a few minutes he returns with hydrogen peroxide and cotton balls. He rolls my jeans up to my knee very delicately. The light touch of his hands on my leg brings the butterflies back into my gut. So much that I don’t feel anything else when he applies the peroxide. It’s not a deep cut but it’s a few inches wide. He carefully puts a large bandage over it and rolls my jeans back down.
    “Thanks .” I say.
    “Hey do you want to just get a pizza to go tonight instead?” he asks.
    “Changed your mind about the date thing already huh?” I ask a little sad but mainly being sarcastic. “Actually I didn’t get a chance to make it in to the photo lab.” I say. “So I think I may just go do that tonight. If that is ok with you.” Giving him an out in case he did change his mind about our date. But also just wanting to keep myself busy instead of thinking of the guys from the alleyway and Jacks.
    “Ok” he says. “I’ll bring pizza. What kind do you want?”
    “You want to go to the photo lab?” I ask.
    “ If you think I am letting you out of my sight after all of that, you’re crazy.” he says making me blush once again.
    “Ok. Ham and pineapple then.” I say.
    “You got it. Hawaiian it is. Coming right up.” He says.
    He goes to the back but I can still see him through the kitchen window tha t follows the length of the bar. I catch him looking through it at me every now and then. Before I know it he comes back out with the box of pizza and we get back into his car.
    There are only a few people in the lab. I guess since it’s Friday night it would be pretty deserted. Most students are out partying right now. I start mixing the chemicals. I watch David in the low amber light of the room as he looks around at all the tanks and tubs and tongs and jugs of chemicals. I have the developer part, the stop bath, and the fixer solutions ready. I put the roll of film into the canister and tilt and turn it to start the agitating process putting in each of the chemical solutions followed by a wash as they are needed. After awhile the negatives are ready to be looked at.
    I wash up and bring the negatives and David out into the non-darkroom  processing area. We take a seat on the couch and I look through the negatives as he eats what must be five slices of pizza by now.
    “Hey , save me a slice.” I tease.
    “You might have to fight me for it .” he teases back.
    But I decide to make him pay for that remark. Getting up and lunging towards the pizza box. He moves it just out of reach from me. I pretend to give up and when I notice him let his guard down a little I go for it again. He tricks me and traps my arms around his waist not letting me go. We both laugh and there is a moment in there I think, but we both let is pass. And he gives into letting me have a slice of the pizza.
    “This pizza is amazing .” I say. “I can’t believe you made it.”
    “What just cause I am a guy I can’t cook ?” he says back.
    I laugh remembering my comment to him that first night at the Paper Moon when I said what girls can’t pay for themselves or something to that affect. His sideways