Joanne and Maureen headed off to a photo shoot, where the diva would "strut her stuff." Maureen had met the guy at a bar who requested a photo shoot because she has such a unique appearance. When Joanne heard of the idea, she immediately insisted on joining.
They found the apartment a few blocks away, in another broken down neighbourhood like their own. The blond boy opened the door. "Ah! Glad you could make it!" He glanced at Joanne then Maureen awkwardly introduced her. "Aren't you pretty?"
"My photos should have several close-ups and others that doesn't capture me weird angles to make me look like a freak." Maureen shifting the attention back to herself as she strode into the flat. Joanne gave the guy a simple smile. The guy extended a hand and a grin, "I'm Jay."
Maureen being the drama queen she is, brought extra clothes. While she was in the bathroom, Jay offered Joanne a drink. "So nice place," Joanne tried to ease the atmosphere. "You're a photographer, so do you do portraits a lot?"
"Yeah, but I capture other things as well if it sparks something."
"Do you often approach random women and invite them back here to do the photo gig?"
A little taken aback, "No, I just thought… look I'm sorry."
"Sorry, didn't mean to attack you like that. Its just Maureen has had a history of being… uncommitted and I don't want her to do it again." She poured herself another drink.
"I understand. Now if you don't mind me asking. Could I take a series of pictures of you too? To make it up to you at least?"
"Okay" and they shook on it as Maureen came out energetically.