meet your muse
Zoe was starting to get frustrated with the woman—it hadn’t even been that long but her reaction had been less than satisfying. Again—who wouldn’t feel cool being asked to model for a photographer? Man, if only she could see the kind of work that Zoe did—maybe she’d change her mind. Zoe thought so highly of her work, as she should. She poured her heart and soul into her photographs. Any and all creative endeavors she set out on were of the most importance to her, and she’d craft the most splendid pieces that she was capable of—they were truly her very being translated on paper.
“Well how would you feel if your makeup was done professionally?” she asked, tipping her head to the side “I know a guy—we can do something—you look good in cool colors, don’t you? Or warmer ones? I can see you even in like… monochrome—shit! That’d be cool…” Zoe was already lost within her own imagination, enjoying the outcome of the woman’s appearance after going through the hands of a professional.
“There’s no way to measure art, you know,” Zoe replied with a scoff, throwing her free hand up “It can be a solid concentration with less but most teachers and graders and art people expect tweleve—but I can deal with six.” She lit up with the woman’s willingness to take part in her offer, jumping up and clasping her hands together—bright red nails with an assortment of rings adorning her fingers “You know, right now would work! But also this weekend would work—“
Zoe paused, narrowing her eyes at the woman “Yes—I’ve done this before—I’ve been doing photography all my life! I’ve had my work featured in the school newspaper and in the art department before—I’m not going to kidnap you! My name is Zoe—Zoe Sou! Gosh—“ it was obvious she was offended by the mere notion that she’d be some kidnapper or something. Did she look like a kidnapper with her hipster vibe and camera? Really, what danger did an Asian girl present to this woman? “I wouldn’t risk kidnapping you—you could hit or break my camera and this shit was worth thousands of dollars, dude!”
The more the girl said the more Amelia wondered what on earth was happening. She glanced at her watch and pulled her lip between her teeth. The girl had maybe ten or so minutes left to her break, knowing if she went over her lab partner would end up getting all agitated like she did last time. Her lab partner, Val, was probably a very nice girl but Amelia just saw her in a state that didn't do any justice to her real self. Amelia was always one to double check and Valerie didn't really have time for that, she became very flustered and very angry over nothing at all. She understood what it was to be flustered and searching for words that she'd once known but the anger was something that the brunette had always been wary of; it was something she liked to avoid when she could.
"I--" It was no to make up questions and it had been a no to the modelling, she was getting the distinct feeling that there was a part of life she simply hadn't tapped into. Amelia often found she was lost when it came to pop culture and chart music but now she was even let down by her lack of experience when it came to her gender's stereotype. "I suppose I wouldn't be totally opposed to trying it."
"Amelia Kravitz." She said sticking out a hand, wondering mid action if it was weird or not. People her age definitely didn't still shake hands. A few people have called me Li, like Lithium-- Periodic table, you know?" This poor girl probably didn't know and she'd gone and made herself look like a damn fool again. She honestly figured the less she said around people who clearly had more social status than she did the better. That thought made her think of her own social status; quite possibly minus figures.
"If I say yes can I go? I don't mean to be rude, I just need to get back to the lab. I've been working on--" Amelia stopped herself entirely before the lovely young girl in front of her turned into some sort of skeleton. She'd been told before that she had a tendency to ramble on about her work. Often she found the more she talked about it, the more that came to mind about it. Most of her great ideas had come mid-sentence. "I could give you my number? We'll set up a time a things. I'm pretty flexible-- Not n the literal sense.. Well honestly I wouldn't really know. Uh-- We'll text, or call. Whichever suits your phone plan better." She gave the girl and nod and looked to her shoes. They never gave her any sort of reassurance but she figured it was better than eye contact. She decided she'd help this girl, even though her intentions were a little selfish. Amelia believed this girl could show her a thing or two and she desperately just wanted her brain to take the whole situation at face value. She'd get her make up done, model for the girl and maybe even like the experience. Of course the logical side of her brain was screaming for reason, but the nonsensical side had awoken from the longest slumber and deserved a little attention.
