Stockholm Syndrome (Jelsa)

Photoshit

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Elsa's POV

Here I am walking at the halls of the Elle. My phone rang and I saw 'Punzhit' on it.

My eyes widened. I really have to change her name on my contacts. I answered the call.

"Hello, punz?" I asked.

("Hey, Elsa! I called because you have a photoshoot today. Where are you right now?") she asked.

"Oh. I'm actually at the building. I'll be on my way to your office." I said.

("Okay. Thanks!") she said and the call ended.

A photoshit I mean photoshoot. I quickly went to the elevator and pressed the button. I hward a small 'ding' and the elevator doors opened.

I went inside the elevator and pressed number seven to go to floor number seven.

I was on the ground floor actually. I looked at the ceiling and saw how the letter G turn into a number. At the second floor, the elevator stopoed and the doors opened.

There I saw him with his camera. I smirked a bit. He quietly went inside the elevator and pressed number eight.

We were now standing beside each other. He awkwardly coughed.

"Good morning." he said softly making me smile.

"Good morning, Jack." I said and he looked at me.

"How'd you know my name?" he asked.

"You're a photographer in North's studio, right? Let's say I was once a customer of yours." I said.

"Oh. What's your name?" he asked.

So he forgot...

Of course, Elsa. He probably had hundreds of customers so he wouldn't remember you.

"Elsa Therese Arens..." I said.

"Oh, are you a secretary here?" he asked.

Excuse me!? Secretary?!

"I'm actually a model here." I said.

"Oh, sorry. My mistake." he said.

"What happened to North's studio?" I asked. I checked at the number and it was on number four.

"Oh, it's gonna be North's toy store now. I didn't want to work for a toy store. So I looked for a job and got accepted here." he explained.

"Oh... I bet there's really no permanent on things, huh?" I said.

"You could say that again." he said. The elevator doors opened. We were now on the seventh floor.

"Have to go now for the photoshoot. Nice chattig with 'ya." I said and walked out.

"Wait!" I heard him call out. I stopped on my tracks and he also stopped the elevator doors to close.

"Photoshoot?" he asked.