Title: Snapshot
Genre: Romance
Rating: T
Pairing: Nanba x OC
Spoilers: Manga
Summary: Like most models, I was bored with life. I hated everything. And everyone.
Word Count: 402
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: Not mine. Summary is from Domino.
A/N: I am nowhere close to being a model. Most of the information I get is from Cosmo and American's Next Top Model. Forgive me for any errors.
Composite: often referred to as a "comp card;" a card used to promote the model that contains several photos, the model's stats, and contract information
"There, hold that, perfect. Now look this way – yes, and turn, farther, farther, stop! Hold that – "
The camera clicks incessantly, a repetitive sound that Kali Takana zones out with a lifetime of practice. Her face is quite dispassionate as she tilts her head this way and that, following the photographer's orders with accomplished ease. She smiles, her eyes light up when he asks her to laugh. She is happy and sad and mysterious in turn. It is no matter to her.
"Ah, Mr. Nanba– please, take a seat, we will be done in a moment."
She does not alter her gaze when the photographer calls over his shoulder at someone she cannot see, merely continues to look pensively in the distance – posing for a stock photo, to be used in the ad of whatever company bought them. She barely hears the polite answer the other person gives.
When she steps off the dais a few moments later, she jerks, startled, when she comes face to face with a pair of brightly shining brown eyes. She frowns, waiting.
"Minami Nanba," the young man, her own age, maybe slightly older, greets her. His eyes slide down her appreciatively. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss…?"
She almost rolls her eyes in exasperation, but the voice of her mother in her mind, telling her how unbecoming it is, stops her. She is not unaware of her looks – that is why she is a model. Her father is Japanese, but her mother is an Indian Bollywood star. Kali is a beautiful blending of the two – shining dark hair, caramel skin, sloe eyes the color of golden coins. She is lithe and graceful – all arched cheekbones and long limbs. Men stare at her all the time. They are all the same.
But she forces herself to smile, welcoming, beautiful. "Kali Takana, the pleasure is all mine."
