Thread: bon appetit // deliciouslust & sixlikesgore.

A delicate looking woman was perched in the back seat of a cab, her pale hands gripping over the leather material of the purse stationed in her lap each long nail filed to a subtle point and painted black. Hazel orbs glanced over the darkened sunglasses that clung to the bridge of the female's nose, seeking out the house numbers as the vehicle sped by them. From the front seat, the cab driver shifted the review mirror in order to try and make contact with the raven-haired beauty, clearing his throat in a not-so-subtle manner. So where are you headed, Miss? he asked in a soft tone, offering a bit of a smile when her orbs finally shifted to glance at his own within the mirror. Quite a'lotta gear you got with you. Silence filled the cab momentarily as Ingrid Thorson's gaze shifted back out the window, a cold and distant expression settled on her face. Finally, parting her pale lips, the woman answered his question in a dry and indifferent tone. I'm a photographer, the dark haired woman responded, teeth momentarily gripping the corner of her bottom lip as her mind filled with the thought of the woman she was on her way to officially meet. With an insatiable appetite. Silence once again filled the space of the vehicle, only the sound of the humming engine and the rotating wheels beneath its frame audible. It was clear from the way he shifted in his seat that Ingrid had made the man slightly uncomfortable with her tone, and it caused an almost gleeful smile to peel over her lips once she noticed. It wasn't until the cab had pulled to the side of the street that the driver's eyes returned to her in the mirror. We're here, Miss. Do you need any help with your bags? the man offered, flicking the trunk's latch button below his dashboard. Ingrid gathered her purse, pulling the strap over her shoulder with a shake of her head. No, I'll be quite fine, thank you. Withdrawing her wallet, the raven-haired woman slipped the man a bill, uncaring as he shifted to fumble to replenish her with the change that he owed her. As though she hadn't noticed, Ingrid opened her door and stepped out of the car, letting the door swing closed in another fluid movement, ignoring the junk change without a word. Rounding to the back of the car, Ingrid grabbed the few cases she brought with her, hosing different camera equipment, and lights. Once her items had been emptied, Ingrid slammed the trunk closed, giving it another harsh pat to let the driver know he was finished there. As she stepped onto the curb of the sidewalk, hands full of her 'professional' things, the tires slowly separated from the side of the road, departing the rather extravagant building before Ingrid. Taking a deep breath, the tall and slender woman took a step forward up the path of the residence's walkway. Every step clicked with a sound of her boots, and as the twenty five year old made her way up to the front door, she came to release her items on the front step. Lifting a hand to her face, Ingrid gripped the dark sunglasses, and pulled them free from her face, hooking one of the arms into the front of her button-up. Overall, the outfit wasn't something she'd typically wear, but it suited the role that Ingrid had fastened for herself a young photographer, doing to any length possible to get the perfect shot. Showing some skin had always helped solidify her foot in the door for most of her clients, but Ingrid didn't expect the same treatment from her next challenge.. It'd taken several months just to get this far, and Ingrid had been relatively close to literally taking out some of the competition she'd be facing, photography-wise. There was something.. intoxicating about the footage and photos that Ingrid had come across involving the woman she was soon to finally meet. Not even following the woman on her daily routine had been as invigorating as when Ingrid reached a delicate hand up, and pressed her index finger into the doorbell. Inhaling sharply, the pale woman shifted her gaze, inspecting the surrounding area of the doorway it'd be less intimidating if Ingrid wasn't staring intently at the door, waiting for it to be opened. The moment she heard the latch of the door, however, her eyes shifted back towards the new figure standing before her. Momentarily, Ingrid couldn't do anything but gaze at the woman before her, eyebrows slightly pulling together as her eyes roamed every angled nook of the woman's face. Then, a gentle smile began to pull at the right corner of her lips, extending her right hand in greeting. Hello, she began, smiling growing slightly. I'm Ingrid, the photographer you had contacted? I'm sorry about the delay there was a mix up with the address. Hopefully this isn't a bad time..