Chapter Text
(Adam)
Adam stretched growning. His head hurt, the sun was shining through the window and he could see all the dust swirling around his apartment. The air in his room was thick and the oxygen all used up. Instead of opening the window and letting the fresh summer breeze in, he left the room and walked to his fridge, hair messy, back hurting from the old bed he was sleeping on. As he opened the fridge, he looked into almost emptiness. Luckily the half eaten take out from yesterday wasn’t bad already. Greatful he took a fork out of the drawer and started eating, still standing by the fridge. He needed to hurry up, already overslept. Obviously his job didn’t neccasarily asked for punctuality but the faster he catched his „clients“ or rather his clients cheating partners, the faster he got the money. And he knew that his current victim liked do visit his mistress in the morning. As he finished the food and threw the plastic wrapper in the overfilling trash, someone knocked at his door. Confused he opened it, but no one was standing there. He shrugged, guessing it was a joke by some kids, grabbed his camera, changed into almost fresh clothes and walked out. The door behind him shut close loudly. A neighbour yelled, his voice loud through the thin walls. And once again, Adam cursed his low income and the shithole he was forced to live in because of it.
A few hours later he rang the bell at his clients apartment. „Got your pictures ready“, he says as the door opens and holds the developed photos towards the person infront of him. The women raises an eyebrow. „Mel I think it‘s for you.“ Adam looks around, red cheeks from embarresment as the women who hired him appeared behind the women who opened the door. „Uh your pictures.“ Adam felt weird being more shy than normal, in another situation he would have made a joke but as he recognized the first women as a former client, he wasn’t sure how to react. His current client smiled and nodded. She handed him his payment, cash, and closed the door in his face. Adam was used to being treated less professional than a normal photographer, so he doesn’t bother about the subliminaly rudeness of the women and turned around to walk back home. The sun was shining behind some clouds, he was sweating in his hoodie but of course he had forgotten to wear a T-Shirt under. While the brunett walked trough the streets of the rich block his client lived at, he took a cigarette out of his pocket and blowed out the smoke. A bit later he crossed a small store in an alley full of flowery balconies. Interested he walked in. The men at the counter greated him more friendly than Adam expected. Surprisingly the store was cheap and Adam got a few groceries with the freshly earned money. At the checkout, he waited behind a women with blonde hair. As they both leave the store, Adam held the door open and smirked at the woman. „Ladies first.“ The blonde smiled friendly and walked in the opposite direction as Adam needed to go. He looked at her until she disappeared behind a corner. Shrugging, he turned and left the alley, plastic bag full of food in his hand.
Arriving at home he put the groceries away and made himself something to eat. It still being the middle of the day, Adam thought about how to spend the rest of the day. As he searched his apartment for a full pack of cigarette he sweared was somewhere by the couch, he heared a knock at his frontdoor again. Annoyed he walked up to the door and opened it with an eye-roll thinking no one will be there anyways like this morning. But instead a women stood infront of him. „Hey?“ At first he was confused, but she was pretty and he was not too proud for a little flirt. Leaning against the door frame, he smiled. The women looked at him. „Are you that sketchy photographer?“ Adam frowned. „Sketchy?“ He knew he was, but hearing it out of the mouth of another person, a pretty women even, hurt him deeply. „You know what I mean“, she sayed, rocking back and forth. „So are you?“ Adam nodded. He stood up straight, his mood to flirt vanished. Without noticing, he had started to fidget with the ring he was wearing on this right pinky. „I think my husband is cheating on me.“ She looked around nervously, as a loud thud echoed through the hallway. „I want you to find out if he does“, she continued, looking back at the man. Adam nodded again. „Come in for the details.“ The women looked judgemental behind him into his apartment. Then she followed him inside. „He’s a doctor at the hospital in town. Lawrence, Lawrence Gordon.“ She thought about what to say for a moment, looking absent for a brief moments. „He is coming home late, works the night and goes back to the hospital early in the morning. We have a daughter, she’s only 8 years old and misses her dad a lot. And we fight a lot because of his absence. I just want to know if he actually works or not.“ She took a deep breath. „My name is Alison by the way.“ Adam smiled at her, he sees women who get cheated on almost every day but they rarely have children. After writing down the details and giving Alison his number so they can stay in contact, he named his prices. Because of Lawrences job he increased them a little. The women agreed and left. Getting late, Adam still hasn’t found his cigarettes so he decided to go out and get a new pack. At the same time he could get a first look of Lawrence Gordon, he thought as he searched for his phone. Alison had given him her husbands normal work hours, he should be out of the hospital in about 2 hours. Before leaving, Adam took off his hoodie and on a plain white T-Shirt and a longsleeved flannel shirt above, his camera around his neck, a lighter and a bit of cash in his pocket.
Lawrence Gordon was a bit older than Adam, blonde hair, his face looks concentrated and serious the whole time Adam was following him. He guessed it was because of the good weather, when Dr. Gordon was walking and not taking his expensive car that was parked at the parkinglot just outside the hospital. Better for Adam anyways, with his low paychecks he couldn’t afford a car and would be forced to stop following him. They walked into a big parking garage. Adam a few foot behind Lawrence, acting like he was searching the right floor where he parked his own car. Suddenly a ringing noise echoed, Lawrence stopped and took his phone out of his pocket. „Yes, I am almost there don’t worry.“ Adam stopped behind a pole, it was dark in the garage so Lawrence couldn’t have seen him. „Yes.“ The doctor hung up and continued walking up to the elevator, calling it down to him before stepping in and leaving Adam alone on the floor.
Since almost a week Adam was following the doctor around. Caused by the mans high work hours, Adam could only stalk him in the afternoons, taking other jobs in the morning and noon. He got bored of the Docs live faster than normally. Working, walking to the garage where Lawrence apparently parked a second car, meeting up with a women but only talking inside the car, the women left, Lawrence drove home. Even though Adam felt a bit sorry for Alison, and more for Diana, if Lawrence was actually cheating, he started hoping the older man would finally do something so he could get rid of this job. It was draining seeing the same routine every single evening. He couldn’t even listen to music, he needed to stay focussed. At least he got good money and could finally buy a better brand of cigarettes and that one fancy pizza he always wanted to try out. At first, Adam took the stairs to follow Lawrence to his car, but after a few days he just called the elevator down himself. He did the same on Thursday, it’s been officially eleven days since he started to follow Gordon. Almost two weeks of the same boring evening. Waiting on the elevator to come down, he cleaned the already clean lense of his camera. The elevator door opened with the well known sound. As he looked up, he didn’t looked into the empty elevator and the gray wall he normally looked at. He looked at a chest. „Why are you following me?“ Lawrence voice was excatly how Adam expected it to be: drained, arrogant, deep and kind of hot.