<div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aimee Ryan<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>First year Silver Student<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Indecisive<br/><strong>Clothes:</strong>Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/aimee_winter/set?id=65118572)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Trent (Mxy)<strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br/><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong>Bean There Coffee house, October 7, 11 AM<br/><hr/><br/>She put her olive drab wool coat over the back of the chair and sat down with her extra large, triple shot mocha to make her decisions.  Aimee opened her portfolio and pulled out half a dozen glossy, black and white 8x10's.  The assignment was light.  She had a variety of images before her.  One, that kept drawing her eye was of another student.  She'd gotten some studio time early in the morning.  Set up a space that looked like a bed near a window where natural light broke through in a single shaft.  The student's skin was dark against the bedding, the shaft of light highlighting a curve that might have been a hip.   Another was one of the male students, shadows start over half his face, accentuating a strong jaw line.<br/><br/>The other images were architectural or light reflecting off a surface, like the fountain in the park.  She had to choose just three for the review and presentation to the class.  She'd spent hours in the darkroom getting each print<em>just</em>right.  She chewed the corner of one thumb nail staring at them and trying to make her decision.  The male student's jaw she found distracting if only because he had a very similar jaw line to a certain visual arts instructor who vexed her.  The scene from drawing class played over and over in mind.  Long after she'd dropped off the unfinished work and resigned herself to the C.<br/><br/>And when she closed her eyes?  As she could see were his, staring down at her.  She imagined all kinds of things in those eyes.  Things that would likely never be because, he was her instructor and that kind of thing was forbidden wasn't it?  Plus he probably assumed by her attendance at Jamison that she preferred girls.  Totally not true, but well, her parents had freaked out and shipped her off.  She sighed, looked again at the images and tried to focus.