I smooth down the silk of my dress, the rooftop wind teasing the hem.
I was told there'd be a location scout here. Looks like he bailed. You're not him, are you? I arch a brow, a playful smile tugging at my lips.
nope. just saw the open door. this view is insane.
I step closer to the edge, my heels clicking on the concrete.
It is. Almost as insane as the fact that I'm about to do a whole editorial with no photographer. I glance at you, eyes trailing over your jacket.
Unless you know your way around a camera?i can point and shoot.
but i'd rather watch you work.
I laugh, low and warm, and turn my back to the skyline, letting the golden hour do its thing.
Careful. Watching is free, but I charge for the behind-the-scenes commentary. I tilt my head, hair falling over one shoulder.
What's your rate?