<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ leaning against the doorframe of the lobby, watching...<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/Bastiaan02.jpg)</div></div><br/>Bastiaan leaned his shoulder against the warm grain of wood that was the door frame, looking out over the gathered crowd.  He calmly watched people coming and going about their business and enjoyed the bustle that Aline's studio had become.  He enjoyed just how well she worked the audience and how effortlessly she seemed to direct and hold their attention.<br/><br/>He was late, as usual for him, but wanted to get the feel for the crowd before walking into it.  Looking over to see the models and the photographers mingling and vying for each other's attentions.  It brought an odd reminiscing smile to his face, how long had it been since he too had vied for the attentions of a photographer, and then to gain the attention of a model to allow him to shoot for them.<br/><br/>Catching how well Aline handled herself around the man pawing at one of the models he casually ignored it, if the girl had wanted him to stop she would say so.  Still a measure of decorum was something he'd expect from people in regards to the models of the studio.  His eyes drifted along as he watched Lulu enter the lobby, later than he.  A half grin on his face as he watched her realization that she was more than just fashionably late, he stifled a laugh.<br/><br/>Turning his attention back to Aline, he put on a fairly placid visage and waited for her to finish talking to the man.  He had a small matter to address with her about the lack of film in his studio, and a growing need for an assistant to discuss.  Watching her work, he looked Kunoichi over.  The girl had a lot of potential in her, he could see that.<em>Any real artist could...she's got something about her..</em>If only he could figure out what it was then maybe he could help her grow and become much more than the nervous little thing she was.<br/><br/>“Lulu,”  he said in his rich dark timbre, the hint of his origins coming out slightly in his accent, “How long do you think Aline will be with that...gentleman?”  His voice was stern, but not in the angry sort of way.  It carried a confidence in himself that spoke of decades of experience.