Don’t give me that face.

You were a model, a highly desired model at that. Some even called you a “senior” model despite being in your late twenties. As you’re being fitted and dressed another model steps into the back dressing room. It’s a beautiful girl, slightly younger than you.

She noticed you and scrunched her face, eyes squinting and lips pouting. You tease telling her if she doesn’t quit it her face will freeze that way.

“Wait really?!”