“Thank you for being willing to see me today,” she said over the phone as I unlocked the door to my studio. “I’ll be there in about five minutes.
“Okay. The door will be unlocked. Just come on in. I’ll be in the back setting up,” I said as I ended the call. I had been a professional photographer for just a couple of years, and I loved what I did. One of my friends called to say that a coworker of hers was looking to have some glamour shots done but she could only come in on Sundays. I usually take Sunday’s off to recharge my batteries, but it had been a slow week it seemed to be an easy enough gig.
I closed the door behind me and headed back towards the portrait area of my workspace. I clicked on the overhead lights as I pulled down the backdrop and started to rearrange the furniture for a shoot for one.
“Hello?” I heard a voice call faintly.
“Back here,” I shouted as I clicked on one of the umbrella lights and started to adjust it.
I could hear the sound of footsteps approaching. I finished adjusting the light and turned around. I found myself staring into the hazel eyes of my latest model.
She was a couple of inches shorter than me, and she was decidedly curvy—mainly because of the massive baby bump that she was sporting. She was wearing a tank top and maternity jeans, and carrying a medium sized duffel bag. She sported shoulder length red and purple hair with a flower tucked over her right ear.
She held out a hand to me. “I’m Jessica. It’s nice to finally meet you, Hayden. Thank you so much for doing this for me. Elizabeth said you were the best.”
