<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5485/14240077544_cf13e7619a_b_d.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Darius Robinson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=204541.msg10014115#msg10014115)<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Cafeteria, Morning<br/><strong>With:</strong>Emily, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Sure I don't mind at all."<br/><br/>Darius smiled. He was in. Moving from behind her, he walked around the table she was sat at until he was facing her from the opposite side. Standing in front of her now, he could take a closer look at her and start thinking about what sort of shots he wanted to take. With a slight, petite frame she was undoubtedly attractive and Darius felt drawn to her bright eyes and full, luscious lips; his thoughts drifting to more nefarious ideas. Her voice brought him back to reality and he shook the hand that she held out for him.<br/><br/>"It's nice to meet you too Emily. I'm Darius."<br/><br/>Her hand was warm and soft in his as he gave it a light squeeze. He smiled as he spoke and Emily returned a shy smile, perfect white teeth shining back at him in the early morning sunlight.<em>Yes,</em>he thought to himself,<em>There's definitely a something to work with here; a lot of fun to be had.</em>Silently, he thanked his lucky stars that no hipster girls had been wandering outside the art wing that morning. This girl had potential.<br/><br/>Reaching into his messenger bag, Darius pulled out his small<span class="bbc_u">camera</span>(https://c1.staticflickr.com/9/8264/8638157130_14b57a8ebe_z.jpg) and quickly set it to the appropriate shutter speed and aperture. He spoke to Emily as his fingers deftly turned the small metal dials on the top of the light camera body. A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth at her questions about the line and seeing his work but he didn't answer. Instead he asked a question of his own.<br/><br/>"So Emily have you ever done any modelling in the past?"<br/><br/>His voice was light and relaxed, as if they were two friends just catching up on old times. He waited for her to respond and as she was mid-sentence he quickly raised the camera to his eye and took a picture. Checking the screen on the back he smiled and showed Emily.<br/><br/>"It's a good one. I much prefer portraits when the subject is relaxed and not posing. It's much more real." His voice dropped, "Rawer."<br/><br/>Watching Emily's reaction to the picture and to him, he smiled to himself. Everything he had done and said so far was planned: The questions to put her at ease and establish a lighthearted rapport; The small camera that was less intimidating than a great hulking DSLR and offered the whole thing a more intimate vibe; Interrupting her mid-speech to catch her unaware. Everything. And it always worked.<br/><br/>After telling her to act as if he wasn't there and to just enjoy her coffee and E-book, Darius started taking pictures of Emily from different angles. Close up, further away, head on, and from the side. At one point he walked behind her and his eyes caught a line or two of what she was reading and he suppressed yet another smile and more of the nefarious thoughts he had on first seeing her. Walking around the table again, Darius stood in front of her and arranged his face so that she would think he was frustrated.<br/><br/>"I'm missing something, Emily. Why don't you turn your head to face me a little and look straight down the lens."<br/><br/>He took the picture and carried on acting frustrated.<br/><br/>"Better but still missing something."<br/><br/>Darius stood there and pretended to ponder the missing element of the photograph before snapping his fingers and raising the camera to his eye again.<br/><br/>"I've got it! Look down the lens and think about a secret. Hold that secret in your mind and think to yourself, 'I know something you really want to know but I'm not telling'."