<b><span style="font-size: 18px">Although she had never been on a diet in her life and was lucky enough not to need to watch what she ate, Emma was careful about the nutritional of her food. She had already admitted one exception about the amount of coffee she drank, another was among the items on the tray, the tiny sauce pots of fresh cream. She looked up at the photographer and back at all the small bowls  after he put everything down on the table. Noticing he wasn't having anything in his coffee, she wondered if it be courteous to have a cream by itself.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"I see you prefer black."</span> The blonde teen spoke tentatively as she reached over to take one of the little pots. She didn't even bother to take a spoon but instead brought it towards her mouth and stuck out her tongue as if to taste it<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">. "I also like without anything in it. But I also love cream."</span> As she spoke, a small blob had spread onto her upper lip. Wiggling her tongue, she quickly rescued before finishing off the rest what was left in the tiny urn. As she replaced it back onto the tray, there remained evidence of cream smears on both of her lips about her unetiquette behaviour.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"I think I may need a tissue. I don't think you will want to take my photography looking like this."</span> Emma couldn't help but giggle as she stretched back over to take one of the serviettes he had brought with the coffee. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"You did ask me to make it as I like it. Soon you find out all of my addictions."</span> She was careful this time not to mention the word secret, thinking of the way he had looked at her last time she inadvertently blurted it out as if confessing her foibles and eccentricities to him. No doubt there would be more before the day was out, it was just the way she was with certain people.<br/>
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It was welcome when he returned the subject back to the album. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"I never realised the amount of work that must be involved to produce fashion catalogues. You tend to notice some of the pretty model but don't think what they had to do or even what you have to do to produce all the photographs."</span> It was a much bigger task than she ever appreciated. It made her think of the man opposite her in a different light as she sat back again and started to fidget again with her navel stud, indicating she was becoming a little nervous about what may lay ahead given all the expertise he must have accumulated.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"I'm really a bit of an awkward size because of my height. Given sometimes an 8 or a ten can fit me depending on what it is. Even sometimes a six." </span>Her admission started to make her blush as if she may be some kind of freak even though she knew it was the same with some of her friends though far from all.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> "I suppose there is so many lovely things, I could try them all on. The you can come back tomorrow."</span> Again she started to giggle at herself in contrast to her earlier nervousness but maybe one was to hide the other.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> "It may be better if you tell me what you would like to see me in. It be much quicker."<br/>
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