The one (Continued)

GWEN:     But there's a clanger in my schedule. I must be with my father in the Red Cross fund raiser this evening. Sod it, let's do the pictorial right now.

Wallstreet shakes his head and motions "I am not Mr. Lee".

GWEN:     Oh, you're unable to speak. How charming.   (embarrassed)   I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I'm just...

Wallstreet motions "It's okay", and pulls a chair for her.

GWEN:     Well, I was expecting a dodgy Chinese photographer--that's what they told me anyway...

Wallstreet motions "it's is a mistake" but Gwen pulls him to the photography corner. She strikes a pose. Wallstreet is frozen.

GWEN:     I'm waiting, luv. You don't want me getting miffed and telling all my friends that the Lee Studio is a bloody waste of time, do you?

She laughs. Wallstreet laughs awkwardly with her. Losing all hope of getting his point across, Wallstreet motions "okay".

GWEN:   That's more like it.

Wallstreet tilts Gwen's shoolders and face to direct her to a better pose. She holds her breathe at his touch. They keep throwing furtive glances at each other, moving closer and closer, but when they get too close, Wallstreet backs off. Gwen smiles. She is thrilled by all this. Wallstreet snaps her photos.

INT. LEE PHOTO STUDIO - DAY (LATER)

The pictorial is over. Gwen sits on the chair while Wallstreet checks his films.

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