Tea or Coffee?

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 " Do you still think of him?"
"Everyday"

A

The next week was a blur.

The moment the clouds had started clearing themselves from the gray sky, everyone working for the New York branch photoshoot for Vogue had received a 175 word long message stating the schedule and plan for the upcoming weeks since we were already behind the former schedule.

It was another Tuesday in the vast and loud studio. Caleb had been running frantically to and fro from the photoshoot area and handing out detailed hardcopies of our upcoming schedule in the next week to our assistants .

Yes, Addison had bombarded us with her great news for all the fucking models working on set early in the morning saying we will be having personal assistants until and unless we were over with this runway show which was probably scheduled for next year at the end March.

I sighed and checked my weather app for thunderstorms this week. It is supposed to rain by Thursday '73% chance of rain flashed on my screen. I tucked my phone inside my purse as my makeup artist returned. His name was probably Nate? Or Nathaniel? I hadn't paid a single attention to our introduction in the morning when i had entered the studio as my mind was well aware of his presence at the corner of the studio conversing with one of the light artists.

He was still here. Of course he was still working for Vogue and was the lead photographer of our photoshoot. He was out there in the studio and I was inside the room. The only thing separating us was the thin wall and a curtain at the door and I was glad about it. It gave me a sense of relief and I felt protected and away from his presence.

But at the same time...a part of me hated being not in his presence.

"And you're done" Nathaniel or Nate whatever his name was done with my makeup. I took a last look at myself in the mirror as I stood up. A cream coloured flowy dress was draped around my body. Instead of cloth straps the dress was hung on my shoulders with loose beads of pearl straps. The dress was backless and it dripped down till the end of my backbone just showcasing a little part of my hip joint. In the front the V-neck dipped down but covered most parts of my chest. The eye makeup made me look like an angel from heaven.

It was a dress for slut but was sold as a bridesmaid gown.

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K

She was a devil in an angel's dress.

The moment she stepped out of the dresser room. Most eyes had shot to her. At Least mine did.

It was like she wasn't meant to fit the dress, it was the dress meant to fit her. Me and one of the junior photographers were already busy shooting another model in a gray silhouette dress. But my mind was still at the woman wearing the cream coloured backless. She looked so perfect , fuck she looked ethereal.

It was like Satan had disguised himself in an angel's body.

As soon as Mikael (my junior photographer) finished with the model in a gray dress. I told him to take a break. That lad had been working and shooting continuously for 3 hours straight since we had entered the studio at 8 in the morning. Another one of the guys from my team had been explaining to her the concept of the shoot since she entered back in the studio with that dress around her. She smiled at him and had politely laughed when he had made a silly mistake about the theme and was continuously apologizing. Something inside me sparked, not with my usual goofiness but something....else. I had never been so tempted to drag a man away just because he had talked to her.