You’d never seen a photo shoot in person, and honestly, you were excited. You’d get to see behind the magic, as it were, and beside that, you’d get to hang out with Ann.

Ann’s invite was totally out of the left field-she’d just called you up over the weekend and asked if you wanted to come along. And of course you said yes.

Ann gave you the directions to the studio and you took the train, giving her updates on your location. She was worried you’d get lost.

It was an unassuming building, not at all what you’d expected. 

Ann was waiting for you outside.

“Hey, glad you could make it!” Ann gushed, rushing up to you. You grinned.

“So am I- thank you so much for inviting me!” 

Ann’s cheeks dusted pink and she laughed, “no no, thank you for coming.”

You followed her into the building, but it was silent.

“Am I early?” You ventured as Ann gestured you into a room with a hung sheet and lights. There was a rack of clothes, and a case with a camera and lenses. Just what the hell was this?

“No,” Ann brushed against your hand, and you drew back instinctively. “You’re right on time.”

What followed was the most uncomfortable 4 hours of your life.

Ann dressed you and positioned you like a doll, talking to you like you were holding a conversation with her. You didn’t fight, because you didn’t know what was going on, or how she’d react.

So you kept your mouth shut and you pretended to be somewhere else, right up until she said you were finished.

“Would you like to grab dinner?” She asked hopefully.

“No.” You dismissed, practically running out.