Attempt a casual conversation.

You’re not sure how to act, until you hear Marisa’s voice from the other room say, “Have a seat.”

You notice a small, round table with a seat on either side of it, so you take one. Your time is then spent trying to look normal in a situation that you can’t recall ever being in.

You don’t know if you have achieved that or not, but your attention is diverted by Marisa re-entering the room.

“There you are!”, she greets, then gives you a wide smile.

“Where would I have gone?”, you ask her.

A few seconds pass, before she answers.

“I don’t know,” she says. “But I have heard that, even though they can’t do these shoots without us, we actually have very little control over them.

Some have told me that they won’t use me as often because I’m married. But my phone has been going off with rumors that my husband, the producer, is getting involved in something with Megan Thee Stallion.

Since you have already provided me with the clothing for my next shoot, would you be interested in keeping us equal, and giving ME a ride?!”

You are surprised by the sheer idea of this, to the point where you’re not sure if you are imagining the wink that seems to come at the end of that question.