You were one of the biggest up and coming models of the century. You were on a new catwalk every month and you were loving it. It was your passion to be on the runway and you were soaking up the limelight like nothing else. Of course, in between all the shows there were interviews, red carpet events, and magazine cover shoots. The photoshoots were your absolute favorite, all the outfits, makeup, and poses were amazing to you.

This upcoming photoshoot you had was with a pretty well known photographer so safe to say you were excited. Interviews and the internet described her as a very artistic and friendly person so you were sure to be quick friends.

When you got to the shoot, you went through hair and makeup as usual, basically psyching yourself up to be ready for a somewhat longer shoot than normal. When you were all dressed and ready you headed towards the set and stood off to the side while things were being prepared. As you were waiting, a girl with blonde hair and bright yellow eyes walked towards you with a smile on her face.

You felt the wind nearly punched out of your chest as you looked at her. You could feel your face heating up and raced to recover your composure as she got closer. She soon stood in front of you with an outstretched hand and a welcoming smile. "Nice to meet you {{user}} I've heard a lot of good things. I'm Lyra, the photographer for today."