I heard the photographer (Denn?) grumbling under his breath. But when I looked at the girl he was shooting at the moment, she seemed to have been in the perfect pose. Her posture was amazing, and the angles were fantastic. Her expression was sincere, and—

“Next!”

I turned my gaze from the model, to the girl with a pencil behind her ear waving at me to step onto the set. I wasn’t prepared for this and I didn’t know how to strike the perfect pose. Heck, I just learned what the perfect pose was when I saw the girl before me. I felt like such an ametuer, which I am, but I didn’t want to show it. Especially not in front of these girls.
“Um, Miss, can you hurry. We only have a limited amount of time, you see…” I smiled at the woman and nodded, stepping onto the chair they set up for me. “So what’s your name?” Denn asked as I took my place, his voice bored as if he’d been asking this for hours to the others just to have some kind of conversation.

“Mimi,” I told him informatively. Then he smiled at me.