Weaving through the trees, Meisa laughed as she tried to keep away from Jun. At first, she stayed relatively near the photographer. The shots were the most important thing after all. Jun was tricky though! It was all she could do to just to stay away for as long as she did
( ... )
"One that he'll hate loving? You drive a hard bargain," Meisa murmured out the side of her mouth. She did have one in mind, it was all a matter if the camera had captured it or not. She smiled wryly at Jun, continuing to speak quietly. "We won't be the only ones in the catalog. Our 'story'," she made air quotes, "Will probably be separated by several pages filled with other 'stories'." It was probably one of the newer catalogs, one of the ones that fancied themselves to be more like a magazine running a series of print. Under her breath, she shared her thoughts as the photographer whipped through the proofs
( ... )
Meisa's theory made sense, not just that they wouldn't be the only ones (duh) but that they'd be one part of many stories. Jun was practical--he didn't want his clothing catalog to tell him a story, he wanted it to show him the clothes. Not that Jun shopped through catalogs. He made a face. "That's lame," he said quietly.
Being a man he didn't catch the photographer staring at him. Or, rather, he didn't make anything odd of it. The guy was strange, period. So they wanted the same photo, so what? It was a good shot for both of them. He caught Meisa's puzzled look, though, and was about to ask her 'what' when the next set came up and Jun saw her point. There was his face, the beginning of a laugh there and the start of one of his dumbest grins ever (he could see the stupidly large smile in the next few pictures). He was just starting to let go of the tree, to follow where Meisa was going.
She, in the photo, was alight with mischief as the leaves fell, already in motion and just slightly turned--as though she'd just left
( ... )
It was lame, but it was a trend in some catalogs. Something about capturing the consumer's fantasies through the storytelling. Or whatever. Meisa hadn't really paid attention to what her agency had said about current trends in the market. She just did her job
( ... )
Jun caught the look again and this time it did seem a bit strange--the photographer loved the shots, neither he nor Meisa had asked for any of them for any reason...what was the look? Sweet Lord, Jun thought, don't let him be getting ideas for another shoot. He was about to whisper to Meisa when she spoke up about a beautiful shot of the two of them--that the photographer would certainly hate--and caught the photographer's look. He blinked at him before being drawn in by Meisa's grin. "You're a strange lady, Miss Meisa," he told her. "Wanting to remember getting dumped on your--" he couldn't say ass "backside."
"Arick, for Miss Meisa, please mark four-six!" The photographer was beaming at them.
Beaming.
Meisa.
"You're not allowed to ask for the one with the leaf on my face," he warned her. "I'll dine and dash on you and stick you with the check if you do." He'd never but he certainly could threaten.
"Fine." Meisa wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out at Jun when the photographer glanced away. "Spoilsport," she joked, schooling her face back into some semblance of professionalism when the photographer turned to look at them. She couldn't shake the feeling that he wanted to say something to the pair of them. It was, to say the least, slightly disconcerting.
"Last set! Fierceness after all the romance. It is strong! Passionate!" Here were the shots that would most likely get a spot in both her and Jun's portfolios. There was no doubt about it, the man knew how to take a gorgeous shot.
She shot a sly glance at Jun. The picture of the leaf smacking him in the face just popped up. It was a great candid shot. The deadpan expression on his face contrasted with the amusement on hers. Meisa wanted it. Really bad. But only because he said she wasn't allowed to ask for it.
The shots were gorgeous, Jun could admit it. The clothes were gorgeous in the sunset light, they were posed just right that their faces--though fierce--were not distracting. They'd be good portfolio shots. He pointed at random. "That'll be good for the portfolio." He'd leave its inclusion up to the agency he worked with. Normally Jun was very attentive--when not worried about body parts falling off--to the proofs and in selecting shots. Today he just wanted to go get dinner
( ... )
"Arick, five-nineteen for Miss Meisa. And all the rest of the shots marked to be sent for review." The photographer was giving them funny looks again, but Meisa paid him no heed.
She broke out into a huge grin and reached up to pinch Jun's cheek playfully. "Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of it. This one is going up on my fridge next to my favorite one from last time." At least until she had time to buy a scrapbook to put it in. "The only one who'd probably see it is my sister anyways, no worries."
At that very moment, her stomach decided to let everyone know it was hungry with a large grumble. "Sorry," she said with a sheepish smile, "Guess I'm hungrier than I thought. May we leave?"
"Yes! Yes! We are done, you must eat!" The photographer shooed them away.
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Being a man he didn't catch the photographer staring at him. Or, rather, he didn't make anything odd of it. The guy was strange, period. So they wanted the same photo, so what? It was a good shot for both of them. He caught Meisa's puzzled look, though, and was about to ask her 'what' when the next set came up and Jun saw her point. There was his face, the beginning of a laugh there and the start of one of his dumbest grins ever (he could see the stupidly large smile in the next few pictures). He was just starting to let go of the tree, to follow where Meisa was going.
She, in the photo, was alight with mischief as the leaves fell, already in motion and just slightly turned--as though she'd just left ( ... )
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"Arick, for Miss Meisa, please mark four-six!" The photographer was beaming at them.
Beaming.
Meisa.
"You're not allowed to ask for the one with the leaf on my face," he warned her. "I'll dine and dash on you and stick you with the check if you do." He'd never but he certainly could threaten.
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"Last set! Fierceness after all the romance. It is strong! Passionate!" Here were the shots that would most likely get a spot in both her and Jun's portfolios. There was no doubt about it, the man knew how to take a gorgeous shot.
She shot a sly glance at Jun. The picture of the leaf smacking him in the face just popped up. It was a great candid shot. The deadpan expression on his face contrasted with the amusement on hers. Meisa wanted it. Really bad. But only because he said she wasn't allowed to ask for it.
Darn.
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She broke out into a huge grin and reached up to pinch Jun's cheek playfully. "Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of it. This one is going up on my fridge next to my favorite one from last time." At least until she had time to buy a scrapbook to put it in. "The only one who'd probably see it is my sister anyways, no worries."
At that very moment, her stomach decided to let everyone know it was hungry with a large grumble. "Sorry," she said with a sheepish smile, "Guess I'm hungrier than I thought. May we leave?"
"Yes! Yes! We are done, you must eat!" The photographer shooed them away.
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