Layla was not a morning person. She hated that for particular shoots she had to get up at ungodly hours and make herself look even slightly presentable. With a cup of coffee (with extra espresso) in her hand and her hair tied in a bun atop her head she arrived at the shoot grumpy and in no mood to talk to anybody. After successfully avoiding everybody on her hair in she finally say herself in front of the vanity and started to work her magic layer various creams and powders to make her lack lustre morning face into something a lot more recognisable to her “fans.” Finally turning attention to her hair she heard the light thump at the door and called out to tell them to come in. She wasn’t entirely in the mood for human interaction just yet but she supposed she’d have to at least try to act awake at some point. Pulling her hair down she turned on the curling iron and flicked her eyes to the door via the vanity mirror.
