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TW: kinks/fetish?
Evara had just set her wine glass down when Ana approached calm now, but her eyes curious.
"Mind if I sit?" she asked this time, already lowering herself into the chair across from them.
Callum didn't answer. Evara gave a polite nod, not offering warmth, but not refusing it either.
Ana extended her hand across the table. "Ana."
Evara took it. "Evara."
"And what do you do, Evara?" Ana asked, like she already knew but wanted to see how she'd say it.
"I model," Evara said easily.
Ana raised her brows, sipping from her glass. "Of course. You've got that frame. Where you from?"
"From England," Evara replied.
"Ah. That explains the cheekbones."
Evara smiled faintly.
Ana leaned in, swirling her wine. "So what brought you across the ocean, then? Work?"
Callum shifted slightly beside Evara. She could feel him paying attention now.
"Yea..the agencies are just better here for my position" Evara nodded
"And Callum you?" She asked tilting her head over at him
"Still acting.." he folded his lips together nodding.
She nodded.
"Must be nice. Just... posing and pretending for a living."
Evara didn't flinch. "It's work, like anything else."
Callum shifted slightly beside her, sensing the edge sharpening.
Ana tilted her head. "Of course. I mean, you've got the look. Like one of those models in perfume ads who always looks like she's running from something."
Callum gave a faint exhale through his nose, barely shaking his head. "Ana..."
Evara offered a tight smile. "Never heard that one before. Maybe I am."
Ana laughed, delighted by her own observation. "Oh, that's good. Very mysterious"
Then, turning her attention back to Evara, she leaned in over the table, lowering her voice like they were girlfriends swapping secrets. "But honestly... the industry here is brutal. Girls your age don't last long unless they've got something really unique. You must be good at selling a story."
Evara stared at her for a second longer than necessary. "And what's yours, what do you do?"
"Me? Oh, nothing nearly as glamorous as you.." She gave a mock sigh. "I manage campaigns. Creative direction. Branding, mostly. Not the fun kind just the kind that actually pays the bills."
