[Even the way the soft curls bounce back when she pulls her fingers through them with her newly painted nails is not distracting enough to break her from her thoughts, her expression calm and maybe even a little somber (which was as close to worried as she would let herself be for the moment) as he wheels himself over. And while there's nothing wrong with the shoot itself and she could still find the bustling change in the set-up absently fascinating, her attention is immediately on him as soon as he's in front of her once more.
The question itself is vague and she's aware that he could be referring to any number of things from his performance during the shoot, the shoot itself, the pictures she had been able to see in the laptop as the camera clicked and flashed all around him, her experience with the stylist...]
It looked amazing. [That, of course, is true.] I was never aware that was what a photo shoot was like and that models changed their poses so very often. [She had really only been paying very little attention to the stylist, which was something she would apologize for later.
And of course, she could have continued to ask him why that was, and whether or not he enjoyed the process, how it felt to be surrounded by lights and equipment, but she trails off, looking at him for a moment. She's never been someone who stays quiet and thinks, turning her thoughts over and over, making assumptions. There's been enough of that in her life and she knows that more often than not, assuming does no one any favours. If you don't know, you had to ask. If you were unsure, then you had to try.]
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The question itself is vague and she's aware that he could be referring to any number of things from his performance during the shoot, the shoot itself, the pictures she had been able to see in the laptop as the camera clicked and flashed all around him, her experience with the stylist...]
It looked amazing. [That, of course, is true.] I was never aware that was what a photo shoot was like and that models changed their poses so very often. [She had really only been paying very little attention to the stylist, which was something she would apologize for later.
And of course, she could have continued to ask him why that was, and whether or not he enjoyed the process, how it felt to be surrounded by lights and equipment, but she trails off, looking at him for a moment. She's never been someone who stays quiet and thinks, turning her thoughts over and over, making assumptions. There's been enough of that in her life and she knows that more often than not, assuming does no one any favours. If you don't know, you had to ask. If you were unsure, then you had to try.]
Johnny. May I ask you a question?