She grinned at him, a little bit lasciviously, and stepped back to look him up and down. “Down, boy. This broken heart’s not for you to toy with.” She tossed the picture on a desk and folded her arms. “I’m a photographer, I’m interested in anybody’s body as art. You anybody’s model yet, or just hanging around here because?”
Stiles scratched his cheek idly and smiled. “Yeah, I’ve got one. But I haven’t met him just yet. The big boss man says he should be showing up soon, but I am not keeping my hopes up. Just so long as we get a shoot in before I have to bus myself back to Beacon Hills.” Stiles was actually very nervous to be meeting his photographer, and maybe that was why he was such a chaotic mess with the rest of the company employees.
“That’s a long way to come for a chance like this. That much dedication, I’m sure you’ll be fine.” She shrugged. “We all keep different hours, really, but I don’t know of anyone who’s working especially late today, so you really shouldn’t have to wait much longer. There’s a lot of new people, though.” Belatedly holding out her hand, she added, “I’m Summer. Rainault. You are?”