Auguste checked the photos, going through them one at a time on the camera's display. Honestly most of them had come out pretty good. The lighting inside of the building was strong but soft, meant to flatter everyone it fell upon. The crystal tree was beautiful and made for a great backdrop, and Julien himself seemed comfortable with being the focus of a photo. That little Flabébé even seemed to know what it was doing, naturally filling in the negative space of some of the shots. The combination of all of those factors made up for Auguste's amateurish camerawork, too used to shooting his subject as close up and middle of the frame as possible with little in the way of artistry going on. 

But if he'd been shot professionally before, maybe Julien would think differently. As the blonde came over to check, Auguste hummed and leaned in as well to show him. The two men were pressed shoulder to shoulder to study the small digital screen. 

"I don't know about singing, but I think you got some kind of tune out of it," Auguste replied. "They're not half bad, I think."

Auguste would have offered to send copies of them to Julien at some point if he wanted them, but that would have meant getting the man's online mail address - and before he could ask, a rhythmic tone spread out through the lobby's speakers. 

[i]<Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending the Lumiose Contest Hall's grand opening soirée. Please make your way towards the main stage theater for a special performance.>[/i]

"A live show huh?" Made sense, they were in a contest hall after all. Considering the time and place, it would likely be a good performance too. [i]And I get to see it for free, which is the best part,[/i] Auguste thought.

But the sudden thought about money reminded him that he wasn't here to have fun. He did have a job to do, and as the PI swiveled his head around to get an eye on his target again he found that the man had slipped out of his field of view at some point during the photoshoot. 

"Ah merde," Auguste said, slapping a palm to his forehead. He shouldn't have goofed around with his new acquaintance so much. Hopefully he hadn't missed any evidence and the man he'd been hired to tail had just gotten a head start toward the theater.

Auguste slapped his hand against Julien's arm just before departing in lieu of a handshake or anything like that. "I've gotta run, nice meeting you," he said, and then he was gone, weaving his way through the crowd of guests.