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.
By somebody he half-knew. Cici? Arick? Renee? It didn't matter--he could see the other two near the clothing racks to which this assistant was leading them. He turned his head toward's Meisa's, hiding against his shoulder. "I think it is. Maybe he's expanding. Or been demoted." Maybe he'd really wanted to work with them again because that weird little man was beaming at them and clapping from beside the racks.
"So much to do today!" he said. "Very busy, but fun tuttavia!" He clapped his hands. "Yes, yes! A few words? Words, anybody?"
"Uh, it's good to see this team again. Last time was...special." Jun said, nodding at the little group. He felt like he should say something more--what did one say to the group of people who had helped give you one of the strangest and most fun shoots in memory? "Let's all work hard."
He hand at the small of Meisa's back up to pat her on the shoulder as he leaned his head close to hers again. "Saints preserve us," he whispered.
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."
Opaque rust colored leggings paired with a cutely patterned neutral colored tea dress were the first things handed to her by wardrobe. "This is cute," she murmured, shrugging out of her own sweater and changing. Hmmn. Maybe she should have remembered the warming spell first. A pair of brown leather ankle boots were pointed out for her to slip into and then she was off to hair and makeup.
"We'll be doing loose waves and simple, neutral makeup," said the assistant she was pretty sure was Renee, "In case Cici didn't inform you. I'll go back to get the boyfriend sweater and some accessories for you while you're getting hair and makeup done."
Meisa nodded in understanding as she sat down, listening as Renee instructed the makeup artist and hairstylist on what to do before leaving.
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.
"The first shot? That's easy. We're going to be college students." In the mirror, Renee was walking back with what looked like a book bag. "Study buddies probably, mmn, studying at the park. It'll tell a story so we can show off the clothes." Maybe the whole shoot would have a continuous story line... but with their photographer who knew?
The final touches of her hair and makeup done, Meisa stood to take the things Renee handed her. "Thanks." She pulled on the deep teal boyfriend cardigan, deciding not to button it up. The thin leather belt she fastened over it matched both the bag and the boots. "Huh, not a bad combo over all. What do you think?"
College students? Jun shrugged and tipped his face for the eye liner. "Study buddies? That fits." It did fit, even though they were quite dressed up for studying. "Pretty fancy stuff for studying," he said, letting a little bit of disagreement slip in. "I think we're getting walk-in-the-park roman--" he stopped when he saw Meisa's accessories. "Studying," he fished dryly.
He stood up and accepted the artfully distressed messenger bag from Renee and slung it over his shoulder, pushing it to his back. "You won this one," he told Meisa, smiling. "We'll see about the rest--" he paused to look around and make sure they weren't easily overheard before leaning conspiratorially close "--with this guy, I doubt we're going to get something normal." He straightened and gave her a once-over. She looked great, fresh faced and smart, attractive in an approachable way. "You look good," he told her. He offered out his arm.
"No, no Mister Jun!" the photographer cried from afar. His voice was loud and carrying and Jun imagined the passersby staring. "Not yet! We're not with Miss Meisa yet! Come, come here! I will tell you! Miss Meisa, with Cici!"
Jun offered her a mock bow. "Oh, this'll be great."
"Oh Jun. Dear, dear Jun," Meisa grinned as she was about to take his arm, only dropping her hand when the photographer cried out. "It's a study date. The studying? It's just a cover. We just don't know yet."
There wasn't much time for her to elaborate. Cici had appeared out of thin air and was urging her towards the set with a fountain. "I'll see you in a bit," was all she managed before being led away.
"Okay Miss Meisa," Cici said once they were at the fountain, "We want you to sit here and look like you're waiting for Mister Jun to arrive. Just be casual." He handed her a book. "Pretend to read while you wait. It'll be Mister Jun's solo shots first while you're in the background." Meisa nodded her understanding. "Good. Position yourself however you want and I'll go tell the others we're ready."
Deciding to sit at the edge of the fountain while 'waiting', she got comfortable and opened the book she'd been handed. "Bridget Jones' Diary, not exactly scholarly material," she murmured, opening the book and reading.
"Mister Jun!" the photographer enthused. "Again we're going to be meeting Miss Meisa! Not a first meeting, no not that romantic! We're going to be having an anticipated first re-meeting!"
Yeah, definitely Meisa's win; a 'study' date. She was good. "Sounds good," he offered.
The photographer clapped again. "Lovely! So, we're going to be going to her confidently, eagerly! But yes, with some nerves. Ah, Cici! She awaits you! Go!'
Jun took a deep breath and fought back a bit of a laugh as he turned to Meisa. He could hear the camera start clicking away as he walked. Slow, letting the motions get captured without a lot of blurring. He tried to remember dating--it had been a while and the last time hadn't ended well (or really, started well either). He ran a hand through his hair, artfully, and kept his eyes fixed on his friend in the distance. What the hell? Was that Bridget Jones she was reading? He adjusted his bag and tried not to snort. "Meisa, what are you reading?" he called to her.
"And pause, Mister Jun! Pause there! Turn, let the light come to you!"
Snippets of the photographer's excited set up of the shot floated Meisa's way. A 'first re-meeting'. She hid her laugh in the book and wondered with amusement how many 'first meetings' she and Jun had had since the first shoot they'd ever done together. It seemed that this photographer in particular was fond of first meeting scenarios.
Trying not to shift around too much so Jun's solo shots wouldn't look disjointed, she actually ended up reading part of the book. She was turning the page when she vaguely registered Jun's shout. Startled, she looked up and remembered she was working in time to smile in the direction of the cameras. "Bridget Jones' Diary!," she called back.
"Miss Meisa! Good! Look excited to be seeing Mister Jun!"
Though Jun was turning around to model the clothes under optimal lighting conditions, he was close enough that Meisa knew she was no longer a blurry figure in the shots. She stood, hugging the book to her chest with one arm and giving an easy smile as she raised her arm up in hello.
"Yes! I love~ Mister Jun turn slowly back but keep your head turned towards the camera. Smile!" The camera paused its furious clicking. "Miss Meisa, begin walking to Mister Jun, if you will!"
"Mister Jun, stand still now! We shall do Miss Meisa's solo shots!"
Jun remained where he was, head turned slightly away. Which was a little bit dumb since he should have been, by rights, looking at Meisa. "Not that it's not a good book," he said, trying not to move his mouth too much, "but it's kind of a flimsy excuse to end this 'study' date with a movie."
"Towards Miss Meisa now, Mister Jun! Yes, look at her loveliness!"
Jun turned. Meisa was always lovely and the park and the sunlight suited her. He was used to her face but that didn't mean that it didn't make him smile when he saw it. "Hey there," he said. She was closer than he thought she'd be, actually.
"Bashful, Mister Jun! Her freshness takes your breath away as it gives you confidence! Miss Meisa, he is exciting to you! Handsome and natural!"
"You're like a punch to the gut," Jun murmured to her, ducking his head slightly as he looked at her, angling just a bit. Bashful, happy, confident--what kind of messed up mix was that? Meisa was hugging her book to her chest and beaming at him. She really was a stunner. "In a nice way," he added politely.
"Good, good! And we reset! New outfits! Time passes! Hurry, hurry, the light!"
"Call it," Jun said, dropping the bashful awe and knocking Meisa on the shoulder. "Play your cards right and you might even get a movie after dinner." He was weak to Bridget.
At the photographer's nod, Meisa started moving the short distance towards Jun with the gait of someone both eager and shy. He was right, the book wasn't all that great of an excuse to turn studying into a date. "Maybe it's merely the book she took to read while she waited, no ulterior motive," she chuckled and earned a frown from behind the camera.
A breeze swept by, blowing a lock of hair into her face just as she stepped up close to Jun. "Hey yourself," she answered. Tucking the errant strand of hair back behind her ear, Meisa grinned up at Jun, already thinking about how handsome he was even before the directions came.
The soft glow of the late afternoon sun glinted off his glasses and she almost swooned. She'd always had a thing for guys in glasses. Jun was no exception.
"Perfect! Perfect! That's the look Miss Meisa! Don't forget to show off the clothes a bit!" Click. Click. Click.
She turned slighly, dropping the bag in front of her to show it off. "I take it that's a good thing?" she laughed, clutching the book to her chest. It was apparently what the photographer was looking for since the next moment he was calling for a wardrobe change.
"For dinner and a movie? You know I can't let that opportunity pass," Meisa chirruped, hiking the book bag back onto her shoulder and walking back with him to their respective clothes racks. "I'll say... more casual clothes next. It won't be a first date, more like a week or two after that. A date in the park?" The pile of leaves might even come into play."
If that pile of leaves came in to play he was dropping one very pretty girl right into it. He bit back a smile. "You probably peeked at the racks." Jun didn't mind a little bit cheating--it all mattered how it shook out in the end. And if they could both cheat.
He shrugged himself out of the cardigan and ignored the cashmere turtleneck that the assistant was holding out to him. "I want to try the button down," he said, reaching for the purple shirt. Casual, heavy cotton but a nice, crisp look.
"The jeans?"
Sure, why not? The jeans worked, he just needed to dress it up a little bit more than Meisa was anticipating. Besides, if he'd roped her into a 'study' date and then turned it into another meeting, he'd step it up, not down. "Yeah." He could leave the shirt tucked, throw that jacket over his shoulder... "What do you think for the shoes?" he asked. He could either keep the saddle shoes, step up to some nicer ones, or go for the distressed chucks. "I'm trying to win some points," he told the man.
Arick cocked his head and then looked at the photographer. "Go with the canvas high tops, throw in a loose tie."
Jun smiled. "Let's get me dressed and sweeping Miss Meisa off her feet," he invited, stripping.
"Mister Jun!" the photographer seemed both intrigued and upset. "What is this?"
"Versatility." Jun offered, smiling as he headed for the next set. "You're welcome."
Maybe she had, maybe she hadn't. But the chunky slate-grey sweater over dark skinny jeans was a great deal more casual than the dress Meisa had been wearing earlier. She got to choose her shoes and accessories this time around and after conferring with Renee, decided that yellow flats would prevent the outfit from falling flat. "Sleeves pushed up or down?"
Renee eyed her critically. "Up, mid-forearm, I would say. Like you just pushed them up."
"Bare arms then? Just a watch then," Meisa mused as she adjusted the sleeves. They ended up uneven. Oh well. They were going for natural here anyway.
On the way to the set, she decided that a loose side braid would be better for the look so she sent Renee looking for a hair tie. "Hello again," she greeted Jun and the photographer as she quickly finished the braid.
The photographer pursed his lips but said nothing and called for his assistants to meet him on the side.
Meisa looked at Jun, about to ask what was wrong. Instead she raised an eyebrow and said wryly, "I'm pretty sure that's not one of the pre-chosen outfits, but you look good so I won't complain."
Jun rolled his tongue in his cheek as he considered Meisa. Either one of them was going to have to change or else their photographer was going to find a way to play this off somehow. He was almost willing to bet on the latter. "You look nice," he told her. He reached out to tug the end of her braid but stopped and brought his hand back to his side--she wasn't his sister and he couldn't get her riled up by pulling her pigtails. "Cute shoes. They add--sparkle." They brought the outfit from 'nice' to 'something special'.
He pretended to preen at her compliment. Going for 'cool' and probably falling straight to ridiculous. "I was just trying to impress a girl," he said. He looked over at her and cracked a smile. "Or something."
Perhaps it was because he wasn't paying attention but he was actually a fair bit startled by Cici and Renee pulling at his clothes, untucking his shirt and rolling up the cuffs.
"Better, better!" The photographer was saying, eyeing him critically. "More mussed! Late for this and bashful, but proud still, yes. Miss Meisa, you will have to accept him as he is! Be confused by his formality, be shy by this, but amused! He is rushing and you are confident!"
"He's insane," Jun said to Meisa just befre Renee towed him away, positioning him on a small, grassy rise. It looked like Meisa was checking her watch. "I am not late," he muttered.
"It worked, right up until you started preening," Meisa informed Jun jokingly. "To be honest, I'd be honored if a guy dressed up a little for me. It meant he was trying, right?" She grinned. Renee and Cici had sprung upon Jun. "I did tell you it'd be more casual though right?"
She nodded in agreement as, this time, Jun was led away. "Just a tad." Any less and it wouldn't be half as fun.
Amusement. Ha. That was easy enough on this photoshoot. She'd gotten used to Jun's southern gentleman formality, but it wouldn't be to much of a stretch to pull experience from when they'd first met. The shy but confident part? How in the world could she express both at the same time?
"He's late Miss Meisa for your date! Not by much, but just enough that you are anxious, yes?" She nodded. "Okay, we begin!"
Meisa checked her watch and leaned against a tree, adopting a casual pose to wait for Jun.
"Wonderful! Mister Jun will arrive soon. Remember, I want shy! But be confident as well!"
Just a tad insane, she thought. Lost in her thoughts, Jun was soon by her side, startling her. Meisa recovered and managed to shoot him a wry smile.
By somebody he half-knew. Cici? Arick? Renee? It didn't matter--he could see the other two near the clothing racks to which this assistant was leading them. He turned his head toward's Meisa's, hiding against his shoulder. "I think it is. Maybe he's expanding. Or been demoted." Maybe he'd really wanted to work with them again because that weird little man was beaming at them and clapping from beside the racks.
"So much to do today!" he said. "Very busy, but fun tuttavia!" He clapped his hands. "Yes, yes! A few words? Words, anybody?"
"Uh, it's good to see this team again. Last time was...special." Jun said, nodding at the little group. He felt like he should say something more--what did one say to the group of people who had helped give you one of the strangest and most fun shoots in memory? "Let's all work hard."
He hand at the small of Meisa's back up to pat her on the shoulder as he leaned his head close to hers again. "Saints preserve us," he whispered.
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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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Opaque rust colored leggings paired with a cutely patterned neutral colored tea dress were the first things handed to her by wardrobe. "This is cute," she murmured, shrugging out of her own sweater and changing. Hmmn. Maybe she should have remembered the warming spell first. A pair of brown leather ankle boots were pointed out for her to slip into and then she was off to hair and makeup.
"We'll be doing loose waves and simple, neutral makeup," said the assistant she was pretty sure was Renee, "In case Cici didn't inform you. I'll go back to get the boyfriend sweater and some accessories for you while you're getting hair and makeup done."
Meisa nodded in understanding as she sat down, listening as Renee instructed the makeup artist and hairstylist on what to do before leaving.
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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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"The first shot? That's easy. We're going to be college students." In the mirror, Renee was walking back with what looked like a book bag. "Study buddies probably, mmn, studying at the park. It'll tell a story so we can show off the clothes." Maybe the whole shoot would have a continuous story line... but with their photographer who knew?
The final touches of her hair and makeup done, Meisa stood to take the things Renee handed her. "Thanks." She pulled on the deep teal boyfriend cardigan, deciding not to button it up. The thin leather belt she fastened over it matched both the bag and the boots. "Huh, not a bad combo over all. What do you think?"
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He stood up and accepted the artfully distressed messenger bag from Renee and slung it over his shoulder, pushing it to his back. "You won this one," he told Meisa, smiling. "We'll see about the rest--" he paused to look around and make sure they weren't easily overheard before leaning conspiratorially close "--with this guy, I doubt we're going to get something normal." He straightened and gave her a once-over. She looked great, fresh faced and smart, attractive in an approachable way. "You look good," he told her. He offered out his arm.
"No, no Mister Jun!" the photographer cried from afar. His voice was loud and carrying and Jun imagined the passersby staring. "Not yet! We're not with Miss Meisa yet! Come, come here! I will tell you! Miss Meisa, with Cici!"
Jun offered her a mock bow. "Oh, this'll be great."
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There wasn't much time for her to elaborate. Cici had appeared out of thin air and was urging her towards the set with a fountain. "I'll see you in a bit," was all she managed before being led away.
"Okay Miss Meisa," Cici said once they were at the fountain, "We want you to sit here and look like you're waiting for Mister Jun to arrive. Just be casual." He handed her a book. "Pretend to read while you wait. It'll be Mister Jun's solo shots first while you're in the background." Meisa nodded her understanding. "Good. Position yourself however you want and I'll go tell the others we're ready."
Deciding to sit at the edge of the fountain while 'waiting', she got comfortable and opened the book she'd been handed. "Bridget Jones' Diary, not exactly scholarly material," she murmured, opening the book and reading.
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Yeah, definitely Meisa's win; a 'study' date. She was good. "Sounds good," he offered.
The photographer clapped again. "Lovely! So, we're going to be going to her confidently, eagerly! But yes, with some nerves. Ah, Cici! She awaits you! Go!'
Jun took a deep breath and fought back a bit of a laugh as he turned to Meisa. He could hear the camera start clicking away as he walked. Slow, letting the motions get captured without a lot of blurring. He tried to remember dating--it had been a while and the last time hadn't ended well (or really, started well either). He ran a hand through his hair, artfully, and kept his eyes fixed on his friend in the distance. What the hell? Was that Bridget Jones she was reading? He adjusted his bag and tried not to snort. "Meisa, what are you reading?" he called to her.
"And pause, Mister Jun! Pause there! Turn, let the light come to you!"
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Trying not to shift around too much so Jun's solo shots wouldn't look disjointed, she actually ended up reading part of the book. She was turning the page when she vaguely registered Jun's shout. Startled, she looked up and remembered she was working in time to smile in the direction of the cameras. "Bridget Jones' Diary!," she called back.
"Miss Meisa! Good! Look excited to be seeing Mister Jun!"
Though Jun was turning around to model the clothes under optimal lighting conditions, he was close enough that Meisa knew she was no longer a blurry figure in the shots. She stood, hugging the book to her chest with one arm and giving an easy smile as she raised her arm up in hello.
"Yes! I love~ Mister Jun turn slowly back but keep your head turned towards the camera. Smile!" The camera paused its furious clicking. "Miss Meisa, begin walking to Mister Jun, if you will!"
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Jun remained where he was, head turned slightly away. Which was a little bit dumb since he should have been, by rights, looking at Meisa. "Not that it's not a good book," he said, trying not to move his mouth too much, "but it's kind of a flimsy excuse to end this 'study' date with a movie."
"Towards Miss Meisa now, Mister Jun! Yes, look at her loveliness!"
Jun turned. Meisa was always lovely and the park and the sunlight suited her. He was used to her face but that didn't mean that it didn't make him smile when he saw it. "Hey there," he said. She was closer than he thought she'd be, actually.
"Bashful, Mister Jun! Her freshness takes your breath away as it gives you confidence! Miss Meisa, he is exciting to you! Handsome and natural!"
"You're like a punch to the gut," Jun murmured to her, ducking his head slightly as he looked at her, angling just a bit. Bashful, happy, confident--what kind of messed up mix was that? Meisa was hugging her book to her chest and beaming at him. She really was a stunner. "In a nice way," he added politely.
"Good, good! And we reset! New outfits! Time passes! Hurry, hurry, the light!"
"Call it," Jun said, dropping the bashful awe and knocking Meisa on the shoulder. "Play your cards right and you might even get a movie after dinner." He was weak to Bridget.
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A breeze swept by, blowing a lock of hair into her face just as she stepped up close to Jun. "Hey yourself," she answered. Tucking the errant strand of hair back behind her ear, Meisa grinned up at Jun, already thinking about how handsome he was even before the directions came.
The soft glow of the late afternoon sun glinted off his glasses and she almost swooned. She'd always had a thing for guys in glasses. Jun was no exception.
"Perfect! Perfect! That's the look Miss Meisa! Don't forget to show off the clothes a bit!" Click. Click. Click.
She turned slighly, dropping the bag in front of her to show it off. "I take it that's a good thing?" she laughed, clutching the book to her chest. It was apparently what the photographer was looking for since the next moment he was calling for a wardrobe change.
"For dinner and a movie? You know I can't let that opportunity pass," Meisa chirruped, hiking the book bag back onto her shoulder and walking back with him to their respective clothes racks. "I'll say... more casual clothes next. It won't be a first date, more like a week or two after that. A date in the park?" The pile of leaves might even come into play."
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He shrugged himself out of the cardigan and ignored the cashmere turtleneck that the assistant was holding out to him. "I want to try the button down," he said, reaching for the purple shirt. Casual, heavy cotton but a nice, crisp look.
"The jeans?"
Sure, why not? The jeans worked, he just needed to dress it up a little bit more than Meisa was anticipating. Besides, if he'd roped her into a 'study' date and then turned it into another meeting, he'd step it up, not down. "Yeah." He could leave the shirt tucked, throw that jacket over his shoulder... "What do you think for the shoes?" he asked. He could either keep the saddle shoes, step up to some nicer ones, or go for the distressed chucks. "I'm trying to win some points," he told the man.
Arick cocked his head and then looked at the photographer. "Go with the canvas high tops, throw in a loose tie."
Jun smiled. "Let's get me dressed and sweeping Miss Meisa off her feet," he invited, stripping.
"Mister Jun!" the photographer seemed both intrigued and upset. "What is this?"
"Versatility." Jun offered, smiling as he headed for the next set. "You're welcome."
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Renee eyed her critically. "Up, mid-forearm, I would say. Like you just pushed them up."
"Bare arms then? Just a watch then," Meisa mused as she adjusted the sleeves. They ended up uneven. Oh well. They were going for natural here anyway.
On the way to the set, she decided that a loose side braid would be better for the look so she sent Renee looking for a hair tie. "Hello again," she greeted Jun and the photographer as she quickly finished the braid.
The photographer pursed his lips but said nothing and called for his assistants to meet him on the side.
Meisa looked at Jun, about to ask what was wrong. Instead she raised an eyebrow and said wryly, "I'm pretty sure that's not one of the pre-chosen outfits, but you look good so I won't complain."
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He pretended to preen at her compliment. Going for 'cool' and probably falling straight to ridiculous. "I was just trying to impress a girl," he said. He looked over at her and cracked a smile. "Or something."
Perhaps it was because he wasn't paying attention but he was actually a fair bit startled by Cici and Renee pulling at his clothes, untucking his shirt and rolling up the cuffs.
"Better, better!" The photographer was saying, eyeing him critically. "More mussed! Late for this and bashful, but proud still, yes. Miss Meisa, you will have to accept him as he is! Be confused by his formality, be shy by this, but amused! He is rushing and you are confident!"
"He's insane," Jun said to Meisa just befre Renee towed him away, positioning him on a small, grassy rise. It looked like Meisa was checking her watch. "I am not late," he muttered.
"Mister Jun! Flustered! Eager!"
Crazy, he thought.
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She nodded in agreement as, this time, Jun was led away. "Just a tad." Any less and it wouldn't be half as fun.
Amusement. Ha. That was easy enough on this photoshoot. She'd gotten used to Jun's southern gentleman formality, but it wouldn't be to much of a stretch to pull experience from when they'd first met. The shy but confident part? How in the world could she express both at the same time?
"He's late Miss Meisa for your date! Not by much, but just enough that you are anxious, yes?" She nodded. "Okay, we begin!"
Meisa checked her watch and leaned against a tree, adopting a casual pose to wait for Jun.
"Wonderful! Mister Jun will arrive soon. Remember, I want shy! But be confident as well!"
Just a tad insane, she thought. Lost in her thoughts, Jun was soon by her side, startling her. Meisa recovered and managed to shoot him a wry smile.
"That's it! Perfect!"
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