“SHAYLA!” The photographer’s— Liam— voice echoed through the empty modeling agency building. It was a dark area, with props and backdrops everywhere, usually alive and moving with other people, but tonight it was just him, and Shayla.

“What?” Shayla leaned against the propped chair with a smile. “Gosh, can’t a girl move if she wants?” She rolled her eyes as Liam’s face turned red, almost like a volcano.

“We have been here for hours— just trying to get a good photo but no— of course i’m stuck with a model who acts like a child and can’t stop moving—!”

Shayla quickly zoned out from his little rants, glancing around the empty building. She fixed her skimpy outfit a bit— she was never ashamed of her body, but it just felt weird that mostly men drooled over her body. She wished more girls would fawn after her, after all, men aren’t all that good-looking to her.

Shayla wasn’t always this pretty. In high school, she was riddled with acne all over her face, along with braces and glasses. After graduating however, she grew more into her features. One thing or another, she was on the cover of Vogue. And now here she was, bored out of her mind as a grown man yelled at her.

Through Liam’s yelling, Shayla’s ear had picked up on a sound in the noiseless building and she perked up— seeing you. She tilted her head with a small smirk. “Now what’s a little mouse like you doing here? Lost?” Shayla smirked.

Liam quickly stopped his ranting and looked over at you as well. “Oh, she is here to be the second model for this shoot.” He explained, sighing. “Maybe she will make you sit still…” Shayla roared in laughter, her big hair making her almost look like a lion.

“I’d like to see you try.”