Chapter 133: THE WORLD THROUGH HER EYES: FLYNN

Keller was sitting by the window, a large coffee in a disposable cup raised to his mouth when we entered the old warehouse he'd sourced for the shoot. Pulling the cup away he quickly set it down on the white painted window ledge and rushed over to hug Valerie like she was an old friend.

"Good morning. You found it okay, I'm glad. Shall we get started the light is perfect in here right now," he said beaming like he'd struck gold and gestured, into the large space with his hand to indicate his find. Valerie scoped the room, eyes narrowed, as if she were sizing it up, and forming images in her mind.

"Wow, I love it, Keller. It's perfect. I can't wait to see this creation on videotape," she gushed as she set her oversized bag down, and twirled around taking in the derelict red brick and the gray concrete floor. The contrasting huge, exposed, rustic wooden beams gave the space more depth, but personally, I couldn't see what was so fascinating about it.