<b><span style="font-size: 18px">Even though it was a professional agency, somehow Emma still expected it to be more like a photographer's shop with family photos and wedding pictures in the window and hanging on the walls. It was the only type she had been to quite a few years ago. Instead she was led into small office and given an album that looked like a fashion catalogue. But then again it was what his business was and was why she was there to audition and she if she could be included on his list of model who he could get commissions for. He seemed very nice himself and was dressed smartly in a suit.<br/>
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When she had originally spoke to him on the phone, Emma had envisioned that he would be somewhat older. But she was pleasantly surprised he was not. She was quite tall herself and she was also pleased he was taller than she was. There were so many boys who were more around the same height that she was. When he stretched out his hand to greet her she also noticed how large they were and that his nails were clean and neatly trimmed. It seemed to make sense to her that the person who takes photos of others she also care about his own appear. Again it was different to many of the boys on campus and she began to think how polite more mature men seemed to be.<br/>
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The student had thought that she would become much more self-conscientious about her own appearance but the way he smiled at her made her relax a little. She didn't feel intimidated at all, at least not yet.. She finally sat down and started to fiddle with her navel stud.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> "I think you are already starting to learn my little secrets. I'm a bit of a coffee junkie too if there is any spare."</span> It was bad enough admitting her virtual addiction but why was she suggesting to this stranger that she was prepared to tell him all about her little quirks. She wrinkled up her nose at him and started to bite her bottom lip as if scolding herself.<br/>
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Although the furniture in the tiny office was sparse, it was good quality as she learned as she leaned back on the leather upholstery when he went through the back. The table on which she placed the album was also of top quality mahogany which she had learnt as her father had been in the wood industry before her parents had split up.  The photographs were especially of such distinction too, never seeing such detail caught by the camera before.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> "Do you want me to come and help you? I don't mind doing." </span>She called out unsure if he could hear her but wanted to show willing.<br/>
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