Thread: Me? A Model? [Leon and Sigr]

Thanks Alaia whispered when Lionel agreed to let the photographer talk, trying to be as civil as possible. She knew it was her fault that he got so zealous of her safety, but as long as it came down to words, Alaia never bothered him. She endured even the most cruel insults, as telling Lionel about them would only make him angrier, more violent, so he only had to intervene if things got physical, like minutes ago. It turned out that the photographer seemed harmless enough, but even naive Alaia was wary enough to require time to think things over. She had to make sure she wasn't being lead into a prank, as it wouldn't be the first time, nothing that elaborate though. As Winston went away, knowing that insisting on it would do no good after what happened, Alaia focused on Lionel. Take your time, I can do homework while you train, and you know I like watching you play she said, managing to show a natural smile. Seeing Lionel play was watching the other side of the coin of his physical prowess. It was still active and somewhat violent, but what in fights was oriented only to cause harm, in football it had... a language, like poetry. It gave Lionel's fire a purpose, a way to vent, and if she knew him well, today's practice was going to have him specially riled up after what happened. Alaia sat on the grass besides the bleachers, as those seats weren't made for someone like her and the grass was still more comfortable, as she wasn't the only one resting on it around the playground. Go, I'll be fine she instructed, not wanting to delay his practice more, reaching for her bags to retrieve her notebooks. For all the problems Alaia had in high school, she had no trouble with studies, having a sharp head on her shoulders. Homework was promptly dealt with, even getting distracted watching Lionel play once in a while, so soon she found herself idle. Handling her smartphone, she decided to check on that Winston Broadchurch guy, to see if what he said was true. He was a photographer, no doubt, as there weren't just a couple of publications that had news and interviews about him, so it seemed that he was a rising star the one that got interested on her. Alaia thought that such choice was the first flunk of Winston's promising career, but she tapped the Google link to his portfolio, wanting to see what kinds of pictures he took. His fashion focused mind was clear, as the few that weren't related were relegated to a corner of his web page, showcasing the ones that were fashion shots. Some were street fashion pictures, but most of them were studio ones that looked gorgeous. She knew that counting makeup, hairdressers, lightning, photoshop... those kind of shots had lots of tricks, but she couldn't help but admire them. Alaia had never been interested on fashion, as getting clothes made for her was usually hard and expensive, most of her outfits either imported or homemade. She also dressed for coverage, not for beauty, so her outlook on things couldn't be more different. Watching those women, she couldn't help but wonder though, could she look like them? No, there was no way she could, right? Winston must be crazy, or just experimenting, she couldn't look that pretty, it was impossible. Alaia lost track of time daydreaming, so she barely noticed the practice being over and Lionel getting out of the showers already. Storing her things on her bags and getting up, she quickly approached him, slowing down as she got closer. There was no need to hurry so much, you still have the hair a bit wet... she giggled, ruffling his black hair a bit.