Jun didn't like to be cold but the effects of being cold were much more tolerable than those of being overly warm. Plus, there was always the advantage of layering his clothes and looking fabulous in the crisp autumn colors. He raked his hair back from his face and smiled at the crowd around him entering the park. Today was a good day. He'd eaten well and so, despite being ravenous, he was in good shape and today's shoot promised to be much cooler than a studio arrangement
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The staring match with the ruined PB&J sandwich was intense. Probably a little more so than warranted, but Meisa had been looking forward to eating a little something before the shoot. She sighed, there was an apple in her backpack somewhere. About to put the sandwich aside, she felt hands dropping on her shoulders and startling the breath from her lungs.
"Oof," she grunted, panicked that she couldn't scream right away to call the attention of the crew. The assailant said something about not screaming as she took a deep breath. "Hel-" Wait. That voice sounded familiar. Despite trying to be menacing. "JUN!" she cried, looking and directing a mock glare towards where the voice had come from. "You scared the bejeezus out of me!"
She chuckled and let the glare dissolve into a smile. "It's been a while! It sucks that our schedules can't seem to match up." Meisa pursed her lips. "And now I have work while you're probably free... What are you doing here anyway?"
For a second he really thought she WOULD scream. And that it would be hysterical. But then she caught on to him and he laughed at her anyhow. "That was the point," he grinned, swinging himself over the back of the bench and sitting down beside her. "And it has sucked. It made me even more sorry that I had to flake out on you last time." He was hopeful that today he could turn that around.
"As for what I'm doing here..." He kicked his feet out and stretched his legs. "I believe it's fall/winter fashion and outwear shoot." He slid her a sideways glance and a half smile. "I think you might know the lady I'm working with today? She did something crazy with balloons and a giant mushroom not that long ago."
Meisa pouted as Jun swung over the bench into the spot next to her. "Not funny, what if my instinct was to punch instead of yell? I could have broken your nose or something! You're lucky this time, mister," she said with as straight a face as she could manage. Her lips twitched up anyways.
They still had a little time to catch up, she thought as she glanced down at her watch. The last bit Jun said registered. He was here for work? A wide grin split her face and she tried to sound nonchalant as she replied, "Oh? I may have heard of her. Fierce face? Yeah I saw the ads. You looked great by the way."
The crew was setting up backdrops and testing the light now. "It's a catalog shoot today, I doubt anything crazy will happen this time." She giggled and found the apple in her backpack. "Famous last words, I bet," she said before biting into the apple.
"My sister would probably say that I'd deserve the punch in the nose," Jun said on a chuckle, "for being a brat." But Meisa had a smile peeking through her attempts at scolding. "But you'll let me get away with it." He wink. "You're too nice and, admit it, you think it was funny."
Funny. The ads. "I saw your billboard," he told her. Truthfully, he looked good in the ads but she was quite striking, bordering right on 'stunning'. "It's really something." He still wished they'd used one of the ones where she was laughing. "I kind of wonder if they'll use the more fun shots, too. Contrast." He could hope. He could use something more fun in his portfolio, something professionally done.
He watched the crew meter the lights. "Catalog, yes, but it's nice to actually be outside. Maybe action shots?" he asked as she bit into her apple. He was hoping for more than the standard stand-and-pose. He crossed his booted ankles and scanned the area, looking for hints. "Is that a leaf pile?"
Meisa scrunched her nose, feeling her cheeks heat slightly at the compliment. "Nah, it really needed the both of us. We sizzle Matsumoto. Sizzle," she attempted an imitation of how their photographer had sounded like when reviewing the shots. "I have some of the fun shots printed for my portfolio." After badgering the photographer endlessly... but Jun didn't need to know that. She couldn't keep her giggles in check. "My favorite one is still the one I sent you when you left
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He snickered at her attempts to imitate their insane photographer. "Sizzle like Korean barbecue," he agreed. "You've got--" maybe he would drop a call to the studio and track down the photographer, see if he could get his own shots and... He punched Meisa lightly on the shoulder. "Now who's being a brat?" he asked. His face. But he did have to smile. "That was a good shot. By youWatching Meisa settle on the bench, Jun mirrored her pose, putting his spine straight. He felt good today, flexible. So of course, it was probably going to be 'hug the tree, look at the sky' sorts of poses. "I don't care if we can't jump in the pile, I'm pushing you in. So no, I won't take that bet," he said, standing when she did. "I'm hoping for somebody who knows how to use this park." It was a catalog but there was no reason for it to be boring and boxy. "You study art," he said, touching the small of her back as they started toward the setup, "what would be...I don't know, good. A good way to use this. Something more than the usual
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"You wouldn't dare push me in." Meisa glanced at Jun, a mischievous glint in her eye. "At least, not if I get you first!" she stated airily. Actually, it didn't really matter who pushed who into the pile. It would be fun. A break in the monotony of typical catalog posing.
And then Jun proposed something interesting. As he guided her towards the roped off area for the shoot, she took in the sets critically. "It depends on the photographer and how much leeway he'll give us," she said, "I thinking we might be actually trying to not let the shoot run too long. Sunset-ish lighting is always very popular in the fall." Hmmn. "There's benches, trees, a fountain..." A giant pile of leaves. "... plenty of things to work with."
She added, "If at least ten get used, we'll go for Korean barbecue afterwards... your treat." Meisa paused to let that sink in then ducked under the rope to the other side, shooting him a winsome smile. "What do you think?"
He wouldn't dare? The hell he wouldn't! "You're not wearing heels right now, he muttered as he eyed the distance to the leaf pile. Too far, he'd have to carry her over and drop her in. And he didn't interrupt her thoughts
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The popular colors for fall would really complement the scenery, Meisa thought. At least if the clothing they were modeling was on trend. Which she didn't doubt since they were modeling for a popular department store. Deep teals and purples would pop while bright yellows and oranges would add dimension to an otherwise neutral outfit. And if she remembered correctly from Fashion Week, there was plenty of styles to choose from right now. There would probably be a little of everything. "Winter wear would probably be limited to outerwear again," she mused, "Indoor things are for another set
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If Meisa agreed about the indoor aspects needed for something other than outerwear, there was a pretty good chance that they'd run through the winter gear while they still had the brighter light. "I--" he started to say that he agreed when he was interrupted
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Meisa heard the voice before she even saw the photographer. It was him, definitely. Peering through her lashes confirmed it. Professionalism dictated it, so she lifted her head from Jun's shoulder and straightened up to nod her hello around the semi-circle that had formed. It couldn't be possible for the little man to beam even more than he was already, but after Jun's little speech the guy definitely managed.
"Well said, well said!" The photographer looked at her expectantly. "Miss Meisa, anything to add?"
"I look forward to working with you all again," she smiled. It was true. Crazy though the last shoot had been, it was definitely the most fun she had had at work in a long time.
The photographer looked happy as he turned away, snapping his fingers for everyone to follow him. Meisa leaned her head back towards Jun. "God help us," she whispered at the same time he whispered.
Well, at least he and Meisa were of the same mind, then. Jun laughed a little. "If you're completely wrong on everything, you get to pay for dinner." Which he didn't mean but would be funny anyhow. He'd make sure to order a lot of food, expensive food, if she thought she was buying. Just to see her face.
He gave her a bracing pat on the shoulder and a gentle push toward her wardrobe rack before going to his own. "I love changing clothes outside in a public park in the cold," he said to the wardrobe people. He got rolled eyes in return. He didn't care. THEY weren't the ones stripping in public. Stepping behind the curtains, he pulled off his sweatshirt and slid on the plain white cotton t-shirt he was handed. An oxford-plaid cardigan, some flat-front twill slacks, and...saddle shoes. In maroon and black. "I'm Woody Allen," he deadpanned as he was handed a pair of black rimmed glasses.
"I guess it's only fair," Meisa agreed. She smirked. Clearly she was at an advantage here, knowing what sorts of shots the photographer preferred. Or so she hoped. Stuck where she was thinking, Jun's push reminded her that they were on a tight schedule. "I'll see you in a bit
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Jun slouched over to where Meisa was sitting. "You look good," he said, eyeing her outfit. "Needs something, but it's good."
"You need a watch, Mister Matsumoto," Arick told him. "I'll fetch that. Nice neutral face for you and your hair is going to be in a natural wave for now." For now meant it was going to be gelled out later. Probably spikes. He kind of hoped it would be spikes. "I'll be right back."
Settling into the chair, Jun let the people get to work on his face. "Okay, set up the first shot for me, Meisa."
"Thanks, you look very... collegiate. It looks good. I love the glasses." Meisa watched Jun's reflection sit in the chair next to her. "I was thinking the same thing. Renee's actually fetching a sweater and some accessories." Catalog shoots weren't all bad, she thought as Arick said what he had to say to Jun. Some of the things she would actually wear in real life. Especially the dress she was wearing right now. Would wardrobe let her take it away? Her eyes flickered back to Jun's reflection
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"Oof," she grunted, panicked that she couldn't scream right away to call the attention of the crew. The assailant said something about not screaming as she took a deep breath. "Hel-" Wait. That voice sounded familiar. Despite trying to be menacing. "JUN!" she cried, looking and directing a mock glare towards where the voice had come from. "You scared the bejeezus out of me!"
She chuckled and let the glare dissolve into a smile. "It's been a while! It sucks that our schedules can't seem to match up." Meisa pursed her lips. "And now I have work while you're probably free... What are you doing here anyway?"
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"As for what I'm doing here..." He kicked his feet out and stretched his legs. "I believe it's fall/winter fashion and outwear shoot." He slid her a sideways glance and a half smile. "I think you might know the lady I'm working with today? She did something crazy with balloons and a giant mushroom not that long ago."
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They still had a little time to catch up, she thought as she glanced down at her watch. The last bit Jun said registered. He was here for work? A wide grin split her face and she tried to sound nonchalant as she replied, "Oh? I may have heard of her. Fierce face? Yeah I saw the ads. You looked great by the way."
The crew was setting up backdrops and testing the light now. "It's a catalog shoot today, I doubt anything crazy will happen this time." She giggled and found the apple in her backpack. "Famous last words, I bet," she said before biting into the apple.
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Funny. The ads. "I saw your billboard," he told her. Truthfully, he looked good in the ads but she was quite striking, bordering right on 'stunning'. "It's really something." He still wished they'd used one of the ones where she was laughing. "I kind of wonder if they'll use the more fun shots, too. Contrast." He could hope. He could use something more fun in his portfolio, something professionally done.
He watched the crew meter the lights. "Catalog, yes, but it's nice to actually be outside. Maybe action shots?" he asked as she bit into her apple. He was hoping for more than the standard stand-and-pose. He crossed his booted ankles and scanned the area, looking for hints. "Is that a leaf pile?"
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And then Jun proposed something interesting. As he guided her towards the roped off area for the shoot, she took in the sets critically. "It depends on the photographer and how much leeway he'll give us," she said, "I thinking we might be actually trying to not let the shoot run too long. Sunset-ish lighting is always very popular in the fall." Hmmn. "There's benches, trees, a fountain..." A giant pile of leaves. "... plenty of things to work with."
She added, "If at least ten get used, we'll go for Korean barbecue afterwards... your treat." Meisa paused to let that sink in then ducked under the rope to the other side, shooting him a winsome smile. "What do you think?"
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"Well said, well said!" The photographer looked at her expectantly. "Miss Meisa, anything to add?"
"I look forward to working with you all again," she smiled. It was true. Crazy though the last shoot had been, it was definitely the most fun she had had at work in a long time.
The photographer looked happy as he turned away, snapping his fingers for everyone to follow him. Meisa leaned her head back towards Jun. "God help us," she whispered at the same time he whispered.
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He gave her a bracing pat on the shoulder and a gentle push toward her wardrobe rack before going to his own. "I love changing clothes outside in a public park in the cold," he said to the wardrobe people. He got rolled eyes in return. He didn't care. THEY weren't the ones stripping in public. Stepping behind the curtains, he pulled off his sweatshirt and slid on the plain white cotton t-shirt he was handed. An oxford-plaid cardigan, some flat-front twill slacks, and...saddle shoes. In maroon and black. "I'm Woody Allen," he deadpanned as he was handed a pair of black rimmed glasses.
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"You need a watch, Mister Matsumoto," Arick told him. "I'll fetch that. Nice neutral face for you and your hair is going to be in a natural wave for now." For now meant it was going to be gelled out later. Probably spikes. He kind of hoped it would be spikes. "I'll be right back."
Settling into the chair, Jun let the people get to work on his face. "Okay, set up the first shot for me, Meisa."
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