<em>Ingrid, sitting across from Drake, watching Chase</em><br/><br/>Moxy? Was that what he'd been trying to say?  She blinked. "Yeah, he's got a lot of 'mock-sche'," she said, imitating Chase with a wicked grin, sparkling eyes landing on him that were filled with naughtiness.<br/><br/>"Alright, in all seriousness, I think I might have a leg up here. I'll give you her number."  She rose, wondering if Drake would want to get right out of there or if he was going to hang around.  Carefully she scribbled the number down, along with the name Nicki Volta.  Nicki was a woman who owned Pandora's Box Modeling Agency though that was a loose term for a lot of things. "Worst she can do is say no. Did some photography for her back in the day." It seemed that Ingrid's hobby had been quite a fun time. "Give her a call."<br/><br/>Her eyes moved from Chase to Drake, a soft smile lingering on her lips.<br/>