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8

After the photoshoot is done, Sadie goes back to the fitting room to switch outfits.

"Will you unzip me?" she asks while walking into the fitting room.

"Of course," Tatum follows her. She unzips the back and turns to leave but stops when Sadie starts talking.

"So, what do you think?"

"Of?" the brunette asks hesitantly. Of Sadie? Of Sadie's bo— outfit?

"Of today? Like for work? Like are you feeling overwhelmed or anything?" Sadie explains. Tatum sighs internally and shakes her head no.

"Honestly, I didn't really know what to expect so I feel pretty good," she explains.

"Good. You're not feeling like this is too much?"

"No, I could probably handle more to be honest," Tatum smiles. She doesn't even notice that Sadie's still changing right in front of her.

"Okay, that's good to hear. There will definitely be more but I didn't want to overwhelm you on your first day," Sadie replies. She finishes getting dressed and the two girls leave the room.

"See you, Sadie! Nice to meet you, Tatum!" Molly calls.

"Bye!" Tatum waves.

"See you later!" Sadie and Tatum put their glasses back on before leaving the building.

"So where are we going for dinner?" Tatum asks in the car.

"This restaurant on Main. It's really good and a little more private," she answers. She pulls up Google Maps on her phone and gets the directions.

"So when do you get the pictures back?" Tatum asks.

"Actually, the photographer will send them to your email when they're finished. You'll go through all of them and pick the best ones," the redhead explains.

"Me?" she exclaims, "I'm picking the pictures?"

"Yeah, it's no big deal, you just pick the ones you think are good for the media and send them to Rick," Sadie elaborates.

"What if you don't like the ones I pick? What if my opinion is shit?" Tatum asks nervously. Sadie places her left hand on the girl's right shoulder.

"You don't have to be nervous. We can go through them and I'll show you what I mean. You'll get the hang of it," Sadie's thumb rubs over her skin and Tatum gets butterflies. She's nervous, but now because of Sadie's loving touch and not because she thinks she won't be good enough to choose. Sadie's gaze stays on Tatum but she doesn't know because she's driving. But if she did, she would see that Sadie's looking at her like she will never see her again.

***

"Holy shit," Tatum comments when they park in front of the restaurant. It looks expensive as hell because it is, "We're eating here?"

"Yeah, don't worry, they have all kinds of options: Vegetarian, vegan, gluten-free, they'll have something you'll like. I promise," Sadie explains.

"I'm not worried about that. I'm worried about my bank account," she jokes. Sadie laughs and places her hand around Tatum's bicep. This time, the physical contact doesn't phase Tatum and Sadie doesn't pull away.

"Dinner is on us. Now stop worrying," Sadie playfully scolds. They walk inside and the hostess greets the two.

"Just the two of you?" she asks.

"Actually, there are three others with us, so five in total," Sadie replies.

"Okay, I can get you guys seated. What's your name?" the hostess asks.