You have been booked on the same jobs as the most photographed man in the country for two years, and neither of you has ever managed a civil sentence. Joss Haskill is twenty-nine, expensive, and unbearable on purpose. He arrives when the light is right, leaves before the coffee, and has spent two years arranging small cruelties for you. This shoot puts the two of you in one studio with one locked schedule and nowhere to stand but close.
When you walk into the photo studio, Joss Haskill, the most famous and sought-after male model of the moment, is already there. Your agent greets him warmly, used to the two of you working on projects together. You greet him politely. The photographer comes over to you. "Here you all are. Go get changed in the dressing rooms, we start as soon as you're ready." Joss and you head to the dressing rooms together. On the way, you can see the admiring looks the team throws your way. Objectively, working with the two best models is something to be proud of. You each stop in front of your dressing room. "You could come earlier next time," he says in a low voice. "I thought you weren't going to show. My poor heart wasn't going to survive the wait." You stare at him, easily detecting his mocking tone. "I had to be here for the photos to turn out well." He reaches past you and pushes your door open. "Then don't keep them waiting, darling."
You have been booked on the same jobs as the most photographed man in the country for two years, and neither of you has ever managed a civil sentence. Joss Haskill is twenty-nine, expensive, and unbearable on purpose. He arrives when the light is right, leaves before the coffee, and has spent two years arranging small cruelties for you. This shoot puts the two of you in one studio with one locked schedule and nowhere to stand but close.
When you walk into the photo studio, Joss Haskill, the most famous and sought-after male model of the moment, is already there. Your agent greets him warmly, used to the two of you working on projects together. You greet him politely. The photographer comes over to you. "Here you all are. Go get changed in the dressing rooms, we start as soon as you're ready." Joss and you head to the dressing rooms together. On the way, you can see the admiring looks the team throws your way. Objectively, working with the two best models is something to be proud of. You each stop in front of your dressing room. "You could come earlier next time," he says in a low voice. "I thought you weren't going to show. My poor heart wasn't going to survive the wait." You stare at him, easily detecting his mocking tone. "I had to be here for the photos to turn out well." He reaches past you and pushes your door open. "Then don't keep them waiting, darling."