"No". Nick shouted for the hundredth time, displacing the wooden stool with his feet.

The two models paused again with worried expressions, then slowly stepped away from one another. I looked over to drew who was watching the whole thing with a smirk. He was clearly enjoying the drama unfolding between Nick and his models.
I would have enjoyed it too, but I wasn't a fan of too much noise.

"John, I want your hands on her waist, she doesn't know you and neither do you know her". Nicked dished out the same stale instruction, half of his attention on the scene before him and the other on his camera.

John nodded eagerly, with a flustered smile. I saw the lady holding the light over their head roll her eyes and though I did not roll my eyes, my reaction was the same.

Nick shook his head and instructed in a stern voice. "No listen to me, your response and action is always the same and that's why the pose is coming out wrong,  I want you to focus on her, you are saving her".

Karen, nick's second model made a disagreeing sound and laughed at his last statement. Nick ignored her, casting a frown at the image he was viewing through the camera.

"John, for the last time, hold her waist and look into her eyes, not below her neck or into her bosom".  Karen laughed, and I doubted if it was for nick's statement or the flustered look on the younger model.

"Karen". Nick barked, "I don't pay you to come laugh like a banshee".

"Watch it!". Karen fired back, then squared her shoulders.

Nick as per his habit ignored her. "Now john, hold her waist. You Karen, in a falling motion, you don't know him, so act surprised but not with your jaws hanging like they have been dislocated".

Drew blew an excited whistle, and I watched as Karen fixed a glare at him before her dark eyes moved to nick, who raised a challenging eyebrow at her.

She scoffed."Bastard".

They got into position, and I count up to three times that the stutter light go off and on, before nick prescribed another style.

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Nick wasn't through taking shots until an hour's time, before that time drew had already excused himself and did not return.

The models left, and the assistants cleared the place before excusing themselves also. It was down to me, sitting opposite the table where nick was working on the images.

"So I saw this new picture outside". I began, not sure if I was going to get a reply, nick devoted all his five senses to his work.

"Huey". He looked up for a millisecond, "there are many new pictures".

"Ah...Yes". I muttered in understanding. "There is picture of a girl with brown hair and a black and neon green headphones, the setting looked somewhat strange, is it in Sepia?".

"Oh, Elsa". He confirmed with a nod, then shook his head. "No it isn't Sepia, its the ville".

"How well so you know her". I prodded, "Sheriff is in the ville right?".

"Not much, her family was neighbors with sheriff, we bonded well the last time I went there, but she moved to Sepia, sheriff said something about her lossing her dad".

Sheriff was nick's older brother by four years and he was a very cool guy. I hadn't seen much of him, since he left Sepia for better job opportunities.

"I actually wanted to take a shot that day but my camera was in the repair shop". He added. "So, I drew it, she's extremely beautiful".

"Have you seen her, here in Sepia?".

"Yes inspector Huey, but she acted like she didn't know me, such an arrogant person".

I nodded appreciatively, and I left him to work in silence. Later, we closed the studio and found a bar. We drank to our wailing brains and tension stricken exams".

Fun fact: Karen the model, was once drew's girlfriend.