03-05-2018, 01:15 PM
She hardly noticed anymore, the way eyes seemed drawn to her when she entered a room. Her hair, which was a shade of warm caramel when it wasn't dyed blonde, her exotic features and blemishless light olive skin tone (courtesy of her absent father's genetics), coupled with her mother's clear blue eyes and svelte figure, had turned a pretty little girl into an undeniable beauty as she'd grown.
It sounded petty, but there had been many days where she'd wished for a plain appearance. Something to prevent the lecherous glances of old men, to deflect the unwanted gropes and advances she'd dealt with since she was twelve.
She'd built up a wall around herself. A protective barrier of bitchiness with a healthy dose of job obsession that had been successful in driving away... well, everyone. Once, she had let that barrier down. It had ended badly, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it. How could she, when that relationship had give her her son? But the barrier had gone back up, extended only enough to encompass the child she loved entirely.
The girl greeted her at the counter, cheery and warm. Sabrina smiled at her, taking one final glance at the menu behind the counter. "Good morning... Della." She greeted her with a glance to the girl's name tag. "A cinnamon cappuccino, with skim milk please. And..." Her eyes wandered to the tempting pastries the other counter worker was laying out, biting her berry-painted lip. Oh, what the hell. She was treating herself, right? She'd hit the treadmill for an extra hour tonight, that's all. "A cream cheese muffin too, please."
She waited as her order was processed, watching Della as she moved about. As the girl handed her a receipt, she held out her blue and silver business card. "Take this. We're having a photo shoot tomorrow evening, at six pm sharp, at the address on the card. I think you have potential. If you're interested, tell them Sabrina sent you, they'll let you in." She smiled again as she gathered her drink and pastry, hoping the girl would take her up on the offer. Fresh talent was always needed, and she knew opportunity when she saw it. With any luck, this girl might make the cover of Sylver in a year.
She situated herself in a little bistro chair by the window, taking a sip of her cappuccino before opening the first magazine. She jotted down notes as she browsed, only vaguely aware of the others moving around her.
@[Lavendel] @[Eros] @[Arithmetic]
It sounded petty, but there had been many days where she'd wished for a plain appearance. Something to prevent the lecherous glances of old men, to deflect the unwanted gropes and advances she'd dealt with since she was twelve.
She'd built up a wall around herself. A protective barrier of bitchiness with a healthy dose of job obsession that had been successful in driving away... well, everyone. Once, she had let that barrier down. It had ended badly, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it. How could she, when that relationship had give her her son? But the barrier had gone back up, extended only enough to encompass the child she loved entirely.
The girl greeted her at the counter, cheery and warm. Sabrina smiled at her, taking one final glance at the menu behind the counter. "Good morning... Della." She greeted her with a glance to the girl's name tag. "A cinnamon cappuccino, with skim milk please. And..." Her eyes wandered to the tempting pastries the other counter worker was laying out, biting her berry-painted lip. Oh, what the hell. She was treating herself, right? She'd hit the treadmill for an extra hour tonight, that's all. "A cream cheese muffin too, please."
She waited as her order was processed, watching Della as she moved about. As the girl handed her a receipt, she held out her blue and silver business card. "Take this. We're having a photo shoot tomorrow evening, at six pm sharp, at the address on the card. I think you have potential. If you're interested, tell them Sabrina sent you, they'll let you in." She smiled again as she gathered her drink and pastry, hoping the girl would take her up on the offer. Fresh talent was always needed, and she knew opportunity when she saw it. With any luck, this girl might make the cover of Sylver in a year.
She situated herself in a little bistro chair by the window, taking a sip of her cappuccino before opening the first magazine. She jotted down notes as she browsed, only vaguely aware of the others moving around her.
@[Lavendel] @[Eros] @[Arithmetic]