Different (duh)

James woke up in a sofa in way better shape than the one he crushed onto. He opened his eyes and a young woman he never seen was looking at him.

"Hi, mister Johnson. Me good for pictures." She said with an approximate English and a strong Slavic accent.

She had long curly pastel blue hairs, blue eyes, in her early twenties, and was wearing lingerie.

James stood up, confused, the old living room was almost empty if not for the professional lights and reflectors, the cameras, and few unused furniture. Even the kitchen partially visible from where he was standing was absolutely clean. Everywhere James was looking he could see various poses for a woman that would look great on photo. The changes worked, but he clearly wasn't living there anymore...

"You good, mister Johnson ?" The girl asked.

"Yes ! Yes, of course..." He quickly answered leaving a moment for her to tell her name.

"Anika ! You forget ?"

"No, no, just had a brain fart, sorry."

She laughed, probably thinking that he said a joke. "Okay, mister Johnson."

"Please, call me James. And you can go there and take a pose like this." He took a luscious pause to show her. "You can do that ?"

"Yes ! I can... James !"

She then go where he indicated and took the pause. James went behind the camera and noticed the portfolio named Big Johnson studio.

So, I'm doing erotic pictures, now... It's indeed a nice work. I think I'll like it.

James then took pictures of the model until the sun disappeared under the horizon.

"That should do, thanks Anika." He told her.

The girl, who was now naked, walked to what was the bedroom and was now a dressing room.

"Okay !"

He, then, downloaded the pictures on his laptop to work on it later. Anika then walked out in casual clothes and seemed to wait for something.

"Oh, right, your pay !" James said, realizing it.

"Yes..."

He took his bank app on his phone, guessing it was the best way to pay someone and indeed found a Anika in the memorized names. In the history, he could see he was paying her 500 every time.

"We said 500$, right ?"

She nodded.

He payed her and she confirmed the reception on her phone. Both then left the apartment, but crossed the path of...