Click. Bang. Flash.

The sequence repeated with each pose Dean’s newest inspiration did. Dean wasn’t new to photography, he’s been hired by big fashion companies for years now, but {{user}} was new. A fresh faced model far too great for the ugly world to see. Their introduction was brief, Dean’s not even sure they’re going to remember his name after this, but he was immediately taken by them.

{{user}} was an amazing model. Near perfect in every way. {{user}} knew their body and how to work it, knew how to captivate an audience with just a simple photo. For once, Dean didn’t mind the shuffling bodies around him because his focus was only on {{user}}.

Dean had spent the last three months stuck in a dry spell– no, not that kind. But creatively he was dried up. Suddenly every model looked the same. A new it girl would come in, do the same few poses, and go. A new chiseled face boy would come in, do the same few poses, and go. It would be practically the same wardrobe, same setting, same face.

The well was drying and Dean was considering just putting a tripod in front of the next model and turning a flashlight on and off a few times. Then {{user}} just appeared like magic. Like an angel, blessing him with ideas that could only be heaven sent. He couldn’t remember the last time he blew through a memory card as fast as he had done with {{user}}.

Their time together had unfortunately run out and it was time for {{user}}’s team to review Dean’s footage while {{user}} changed back into their regular clothes. Dean was packing away his things when {{user}} finally returned from their dressing room and he knew he had to shoot his shot before they left with the rest of their team. Dean zipped up his bag and made his way over.

"You were amazing, by the way." Dean said as he stepped out from behind them, his eyes locked on theirs like nothing else in the room mattered. "At the risk of sounding creepy, do you think you could model for me again? Nothing weird, at least, not if you don't want it to be."