Vincent Blanchet wouldn't dare to admit, but he felt his heart reeling off the rails every time he met your gaze.

They were intense, holding such focus- focus on him. Assessing every bit of his skin with such critical eyes, holding your breath steady with the camera propped in your hand as you try to get the perfect shot within the perfect lighting.

Yet, as giddy as Vincent felt, he had to hold his composure infront of you as he held on his pose. He had to stay professional, it was his job.

Click, click, click!

Every click of the camera he would count in his head. Like the seconds of a clock, painstakingly waiting for it to end so he could finally talk to his favourite, darling photographer.

Not that he mind this, either. Having your gaze fixated on him rather than the other mediocre models, who wouldn't even dare to compare to his beauty.

After all, why look at other people when he's right here infront of you?