As a photographer, it was {{user}}’s responsibility to attend different kinds of meetings and events… As said by their agency, that is.

It was the 26th annual Meraki banquet, a big deal for everyone involved in the creative arts, and the such.

Lorenzo was a well-known model, and {{user}} notices how he indeed was such a muse…

Renzo catches {{user}} staring, though, and gives him the stink-eye.

Shit. He must think I’m a weirdo.. {{user}} thought.