Greet him.

You walk over to them and reach out your hand. The older gentlemen shakes it firmly. Upon closer inspection, his grey hair is well-groomed, including a short beard down his face.

"This is the owner of GGMA," Gustav explained. "Mr. Albert Rosenstein."

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you," the man said. "I've actually seen you before, Ms. Troublefield. It was a day or two ago. Pardon me, but I don't remember. I was driving to work, when I saw you walking down the street with such confidence. You were wearing... shorts, I believe? Those legs are a dangerous weapon."

Oh yeah. That was when I first changed.

"Thank you."

"Well, I reckon seeing you then almost counts as an interview. You wore your outfit well. You're beautiful, and the sort that, pardon me ruining the magic, will sell. Tell me, please. Have you ever wished to be a model?"

"Not really," you admit. "Well, it was more that I never thought I could. But now it's something I'm really interested in."

Gustav puts a hand over his forehead. "Oh goodness. I can't even deal with how modest you are."

Rosenstein scratches his beard. "I say we take a few shots. That's the purest interview there is. Your current outfit is quite lovely, even. Let's try it and a few others. Do you mind?"

"Not at all," you reply. "Let's do it."