Danny arrives at Hannah's apartment

On Saturday, he rang the buzzer, and walked up nine flights to Hannah's top-floor apartment. When she opened the door, he said, out of breath, "I assumed that Apartment 9A would have an elevator."

He stepped inside. It was a giant open room, completely unfurnished. There were large hardwood floors, giant windows along one side, and pillars that served as architectural support.

"It used to be a dance studio. And at one time, it was actually a photo studio. But no one has used the space for years. I like writing here, it's very inspirational to me." Hannah already had put on some makeup and had at least semi-styled her hair, straight on the sides, quasi-bangs across the front, brushed to the side.

"How'd you get this place?" Danny asked.

She didn't answer. She walked over to one area where there was a large brick wall, and a good amount of light coming in from the south. "You can tell me what you need for lighting, of course, but I like this area. I like the brick."

Danny nodded. "Yeah, this would work. As long as we get moving. The sun is shifting, and in an hour or so, this corner won't be much good."

Hannah nodded. "So what's first?"

He looked at her. "Makeup looks fine. Hair looks fine. Is this the outfit you wanted?"

She shrugged. "I don't really know. I haven't got much sense for fashion." She was wearing a plaid shirt over a white tube top, jeans and sneakers. "I feel like the picture should just look like me, I don't want to pretend to be anything I'm not."

"I agree. So is this you, this look?"

"Yeah, totally."

"There we go. I bet we can just dive in and start."