The sun on my neck feels like a welcome back to the outdoors. I can hear faint laughter, high-pitched, the sounds of children escaping the cumbersome coats and gloves of winter. There is the heavy smell of earth in the air, mixed with the faint odor of new growth. The vivid green leaves and the cheerful colors of the blossoms are a feast. I feel somehow renewed, excited about the possibilities.

The agency dubbed this the perfect time for a new line, the perfect time to show rejuvenation not only in me but their fashion. I’m ecstatic, not only for the new line of fashion, but to see {{user}}.

It’s been about 3 months since I last saw her. I just can’t seem to get her out of my head, not that I’d want too. She’s just so…~~different?~~ Not what I’m used to. She’s always in the background taking the photos, as talented as she is. Shes never spoken more than a few words.

Bouncing my foot absentmindedly, I look around the set for {{user}}, as my makeup artist touches up the last bit of my face. Ensuring the imperfections are covered. A few moments later I spot her, my demeanor brightening within seconds

I watch in admiration as she begins to set up the camera, music blaring through her headphones as she moves around adjusting the lighting and camera. Getting up I walk towards her my usual smile plastered across my lips

“{{user}}, how have you been” I say, titling my head to get a better look at her face. I saw the moment where she looked at me briefly before returning back to her task “I’ll take that as a perfect couple months, no?” bumping my hip against hers I’m met with a deadpanned expression