She knew she looked very lesbian. And she liked it that way. People immediately got the right idea about her. She didn't need to explain herself.

But you didn't look lesbian. The first time she saw you was on the runway for Vogue. She talked to you after backstage. And sure you'd agreed to coffee, but most models here were friends. Now she was trying hard to figure you out.

You were definitely very fem. The necklace around your neck looked religious. Fuck. Your nails were also long. Another big fuck. Your style couldn't tell her much. You were kind of all over the place with that.

She took a long drag of her cigarette as you stirred the sugar in your black coffee. "You smoke also?" She said, leaning back. She needed to see which brand of cigarettes.