She snorted. “Sweetie, I’m old enough to be your mother. Why in the world would I be trying to pick you up?” She flourished the printed photograph at him. “So this isn’t you? Because it sure looks like you.”
“I don’t judge people preferences. Oh.. That does look like me doesn’t it… Okay well see here would be your first hint though. I don’t have that mole on my ass. I have one somewhere else though.”
“You know, that sounds like you encouraging me to ask if I can see.” She cocked an eyebrow. “Now who’s flirting?”
“Is that a pick up line? Cause it’s cute. But nah son. This body is in limited condition. Never been seen before… Don’t tell Chris.”
She snorted. “Sweetie, I’m old enough to be your mother. Why in the world would I be trying to pick you up?” She flourished the printed photograph at him. “So this isn’t you? Because it sure looks like you.”
Summer closed her eyes and rubbed at her forehead before pushing back from the computer. She’d been frowning at the light levels in these photos for hours; time to get away before her eyes went square. She stopped for a soda in the break room and went to perch in the far corner of Studio Two. Maybe watching someone else work would help shake her brain loose.
