I place my dress onto my desk, nervous to put it on. It was a fashion masterpiece made by Kanaya Maryam and I'm excited to work with her! I take off my leggings and slide on the dress, soft and silky to the touch. It looked beautiful. I take a deep breath and smile into the mirror placed in the dressing room before walking out.

"Hello Miss Y/n," Kanaya said, her words muffled from pins. She was holding up a piece of fabric over another model, correcting one of her mistakes. "I Will Bring Rose Over To You Shortly, She Needs A Touch-Up." I nod and catch a glimpse of the girl behind the cloth. Short, blond hair with a black headband. Violet eyes and a black lipstick smile. I blush a bit a the pretty face and walk off to where we're supposed to be photographed.

"Okay ladies, you're going to have to hold hands for this one!" I smile at Rose Lalonde who holds my hand lightly. 

"Yes, ladies, so adorable!" 

"How are you doing, Y/n?" I heard her soft voice say. I shrug slightly, the strap of the dress sliding down. I readjust it and she grins. I smile back at her.

"How are doing, Rose?" I mimic, she laughing softly. 

"I'm doing quite well." 

The conversation stopped as the photographer grinned at us. "Yes, perfect lovelies!" They cooed. I bite my lip and my face blushes. Rose's face goes to an unripe strawberry color. 

"Just keep talking with each other, aren't you two adorable." What was the point of this photo shoot? 

Rose and I continue talking, getting to know one another, our laughs battling the sounds of the clicking cameras. Kanaya hopped in a few times with other outfits for us to change into, touching up little smudges of our make up. The light made us warm and we'd always be handed a water bottle or something to cool ourselves down. 

"Rose?" I ask. She looks over at me, her slip showing from under her dress. We were changing out of the last dresses.

"Yes Y/n dear?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to go for coffee sometime?" My heart beats a little bit faster, like a jog on a hot day. Her face lit up and her dark eyes were like sequins. She pulls out a photo of us that she took from a photographer and put her phone number onto it. She slips it into my hand and kisses my cheek softly.

"Talk to me soon, I'd love to."

She walks out of the dressing room with the confidence of a lioness, leaving me as a dumbstruck, gawking giraffe. I look at the photo in my hand, the picture still slightly glossy. 

A picture of us laughing together, my eyes obviously trained on her lips and face.

I'm so in love for the girl in the photo.