Anthony saw a woman whose face he knew, but had never formally met. It was amazing how things worked at times. You could see a person everyday for god-knows long, and never know their names. He first looked around to make sure she wasn’t waving to some other guy, and then made his way around to her the long way, as he didn’t want to disturb the auction already in progress. By the time he got to them, the woman and a few of her male associates were reviewing the brochure for a particular piece. He took a seat as quietly as possible and let them continue looking.<br/><br/>After all, it wasn’t like he was going anywhere anytime soon.<br/><br/>He took a moment to review the pieces that he could see from his vantage point. The shots were excellent, though very much out of his normal photographic comfort zone. Though familiar with the human form, taking some of these shots wasn’t as easy as saying “hold it” and flashing some pictures. Each was a unique moment in time, and felt as if there was a story in them. They offered introspection and coaxed conversation even from the most closed of lip here. These were the real deal.<br/><br/>When he’d noticed that they were done looking, he politely tapped Lulu and gave a brief wave “Hi. Thanks for the invite…I was starting to feel a little lost. My name’s Anthony Johnston. Assistant to whoever happens to need an assistant at the time” He chuckled at that and held his hand out. He would extend that had to the other men with her, if he had the space to do so, then stayed mostly to himself while trying to reverse engineer how a photographer might have arrived at the photos he was viewing.<br/>