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But for the first tier and hopelessness and shaet onna see where it takes me

It’s windy forcontaining the photographer’s studiomess I try to smooth it down a little after the heavy lobby door swishes closed behind me, but it’s pretty useless

I climb the stairs to the fourth floor and arrive at Antoine Chaput’s translucent glass door very winded and in complete disarray There are two narapher, of course But underneath it says Elise Flynn, Stylist

I can hear yelling inside

And crying

And then things are breaking and I sink to the floor in fear as Jon’s fists come into my mind But it’s like a bad car accident on the freeway--so I refuse tomy ears, and despite the fact that I’ behind that door, I can’t turn away from my stolen appointirl bursts through the door, wearing only a pair of pretty panties and ner jeans as she hops down the hallway, and then before she even buttons thes a sweatshirt over her head and spies me on the floor in the corner

"I’d hide from him too! He’s such an assle! I hate you, Antoine!" she screaer here, "never let you photographain to ht I can see her thinking because her eyes roll up a little and her head tilts--like she’s a cartoon character with a co the lingerie Asshole!"

She already said he was an assle, but I suppose when you’re that angry a varied vocabulary isn’t the first thing on your irl turns back to me then "You better be ready He’s in a fit today and I’ll never work for hi her large bag behind her, still swearing and punctuating her one-sided conversation with the occasional, "Ha!" as she descends

I stare du what the hell I’et to you"

I look over at the man with the deep voice and my mouth drops open a little He is even irl who just left To call him well-built doesn’t do his body justice and I can see quite a bit of it because he’s only half-dressed In fact, he’s still buttoning up his jeans, tucking in his pockets as he stands there next to hs "Sorry, today was supposed to be a sexy shoot" He shrugs it off like he co up his pants all the time

"Uh"--I clear my throat a little--"yeah"

Oh my God, I am so dumb Uh, yeah? That’s all I can think of to say?

He raises one eyebrow at me and reveals a slow smile that climbs up his face His eyes are an electric blue and they remind me of my own I’ve never seen anyone who had blue eyes like , it’s just a feature that I was born with, sos actually