Kitty looking at Andrew looking at....<br/><br/><br/>Kitty had contact sheets spread out on the table when she realized someone was at the door.  When she opened it, the guy...Andrew, was there.  He was looking like he was miles away.  She turned away, muttering something about men and chaji*.  She went and sat back down at the table and started sweeping the sheets of some of her latest stuff into a pile.  Her eyes were burning from looking through the loupe for over an hour.  She rubbed at her eyes and shut the light off beneath the table, the bright light not helping.<br/><br/>"So...Andrew, is it?  Are you going to stand there all day or do we have some business to discuss," she asked as she leaned back in her chair, kicking her feet up to the table, the length of her bare slender legs crossing at the ankles.  She regarded him with her photographers eye, catching a few things.  She never stopped seeing the potential pictures in everything.  She picked up a pen and began to flip it in her fingers as she waited, her stare intense and cocky.<br/><br/>*chaji = pussy