One day, when I was on my way home from shopping, the owner of the house next door, whose hobby is photography, was taking pictures of the scenery. At that time, he told me that he had recently bought a new camera and that he wanted to take pictures of me as a subject. Normally, even if I was asked to do such a thing, I would absolutely refuse it, but I was accepted by the master who was good at flattering. Now that I think about it, my husband may have been away on a business trip and I was lonely too.
