“Turn slightly, just… there.” he said, clicking the shutter button. My best friend was an amateur photographer, and we were always doing impromptu shoots when he’d see the light hit me just right.
I stood by the bay window as he snapped away.
“Try turning away from me and looking over your shoulder out the window. The way the light hits your skin is perfect.” I did as he asked.
The strap on my spaghetti slipped down my shoulder. Click!
“Ohh, that looks good,” he said, showing me the playback. It did look good.
“The light makes people’s skin look so good right there. See how the light falls off into blackness by the time it hits your other arm?” he asked. “It would be perfect to get a shot of someone who wasn’t wearing a shirt, standing with their back just like this. I’ll have to ask Daniel if he knows anyone.”
I nodded. Our friend worked at a modeling agency, and sometimes they supplied models for Jay’s shoots.
I don’t know why I did this, but before I could stop myself I heard myself say, “I’ll do it.”
Jay’s head snapped up. “Seriously?!”