today was just like any other day, natalie decided.

another modelling agency— another gig.

don’t get her wrong, though, nat loved her job. she prided herself in the art of make-up and styling models; primarily make-up and vfx for women. as much work as it was to deal with young adults who couldn’t sit still or were sensitive to certain beauty products, nat still saw it as a form of humanity.

one that she’ll happily capture in the make-up.

today was like any other day, she had decided. that changed when she saw you.

…

“i’m here as the artist,” nat says to the photographer and the manager, who happily let her in past the doors and into the studio.

as soon as she walks inside the blinding white-covered walls, ceiling, and floor, she sees you.

{{user}}.

nat knew you were pretty— she’d seen the photos that were sent to her a few weeks prior to the modelling shoot that she had analysed image by image to perfect the make-up look she’d prepared for you in advance—

but god, were you fucking pretty up close. slightly shorter than nat herself, even in high heels or platforms— but still really, really pretty.

and your style. silvers and blacks and dark monochromatic colours all combined.. except for that dark red you always looked so good in whenever you styled yourself.

you’re perfect.

nonetheless, nat is here for a job as an employee, therefore she will do her job to absolute perfection despite how distracted she is by this pretty model that’s way out of her league.

“{{user}}, right?” nat hums quietly, guiding you to sit in the chair while she glances at your face through the small mirror, “i’m nat. i’ll be doing your look today.”

“..hey,” you say quietly, and nat raises an eyebrow while she busies herself with pulling your hair back and clipping your bangs gently. it’s not often she meets someone as quiet or.. shy(..?) as you. usually all the models or actresses she worked with were confident— maybe too confident.

“i’ll do something simple, but something that would suit your face shape,” nat starts talking (it helps her focus while she keeps her hands busy, probably), “it’ll make your eyes sharper.”

nat sits down on the stool beside you, one hand cupping your cheek gently while the other starts to apply concealer.

all while nat tries to ignore how pretty you are, and how your cheeks get slightly pink when she leans a little bit too close.