Leon spends a late night with his new muse.

I really get to do this? I thought... I really thought my dream was over before today... and now I've finally found my model.

As long as he was gentle with her and catered to her needs, he could get all the practice he wanted, according to the System.

"What do I say? I say let's do it!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Yes! That's the spirit!" she said happily, but started fretting immediately afterward. "I'm so excited!... and kind of nervous too. I hope I'm not hideous. Do I even have anything to wear that doesn't make me look like a toad? this is-"

"Jessie? You okay?"

"Oh." her skin flushed pink. I can't seem to get enough of that. “ I was getting carried away again wasn’t I?”

"It's all good," he chuckled, "this is new for both of us."

"Yeah, but all you have to do is point a camera at me. I'm the one who has to look pretty and be stared at and... OH! I need to take a shower too but I'll hurry."

"I don't even have backdrops or a tripod yet. Don't worry about showering and all that stuff tonight."

"Leon, you are truly an idiot-"

"Hey!"

"-if you think there's any way you're going to take pictures of me before I have a shower. I've been in a hoodie and sweats all day. In Florida. You do not want any part of what's going on under here right now,' she said, pointing at her hoodie. Agree to disagree.

"Whatever you say. Let me know when you're done?”

"You can wait in my room, it won't take long. I really don't want Mom to know I'm here, if we can help it."

"Jessie, you live here."

"Well that's none of her business."

He didn't think their mom was all that bad, but he didn't want to push things.

"If you say so. I assume you're going to pick out an outfit before you shower?"

"I wouldn't mind having some clothes ready when I get out," she replied.

"Can I come along?" he asked, and received an incredulous look in return. It took him a second to realize how that sounded.

"Woah woah wait, I didn't mean in the shower! To pick out your clothes. Your clothes!" He wildly mimed 'clothes' by tugging on his shirt.

Giggles filled the room as she laughed at his frantic backpedaling. "Now who's the spaz?" she asked, and playfully mussed up his hair.

"Ah geez, give me a break will ya? Now you don't get a choice. I'm going with you and that's final!" he said, and stood up. She didn't follow suit.

When he looked down to see what was she was doing, she was smiling sweetly up at him with her hand outstretched. "Be a dear and help a poor lady to her feet, darlin'" she said, putting on her best Southern belle accent.

A grin split his face, and he took her hand. It felt small and dainty compared to his. He pulled her up.

"Carry me?" She asked, batting her eyelids at him.

"Carry you!?"

"Just kidding," she said with a wink, and let go of his hand. The warmth stayed.

"Let's see what we can cook up for you, Jessie poo."

"If you call me that again I will literally bite you. It sucks sooo bad."

"I thought it was good."

They creeped quietly down the dark hall. It was kind of exciting, like he was sneaking into a girlfriend's room. He'd come to terms with thinking his sister was an attractive young lady. It made his heart race, which made things more fun, in turn. Nothing wrong with it, as long as I don't turn pervy on her.

When they got to her room, they slipped inside before turning on the light. They stood in the dark of her room for a few moments.

"Feels a little different when I'm sneaking a guy in here with me," she said, squeezing his arm. Then she flipped on the light.

Her room was... pretty bare, actually. A bed, a desk with her laptop on it, and a dresser with a TV on it. There were no decorations to mark it as hers. No family photos, either.

"Cozy."

"I don't usually spend time in here. I'm always out." Oh, right.

Bare feet whispered across her beige carpet as she walked over to her closet and opened it. He started to walk over, but she whirled around and put her hand out like she was being approached by a bear.

"So Leon... there's a funny little thing I didn't think about until now. Isn’t the photographer in charge of picking out a model’s outfit?”

"What do you mean? I thought you were picking it out."

"Is that how it normally goes?"

"I guess it depends on what the goal of the shoot is. With model photography, someone's almost always trying to sell something. A company is trying to sell a product, a model is trying to sell her image, or the photographer is trying to build up a portfolio to sell himself, so to speak. Usually it's a combination of all three."

"Well we don't have any products to sell, and I'm not looking to get a career in modeling. So we better build your portfolio, don't you think?"

"It would be nice to get that going. If it's really good, I can even stay freelance."

"... Which brings us back to my very important question. How much does a freelance photographer looking to build a portfolio decide about what his model wears?"

"If he's really good, he can hire a professional stylist. Otherwise, having the photographer dictate everything about the shoot usually gets the best results. Models get too hung up on unimportant details if they start running everything."

"So what you're saying is, it'd be best if you picked out everything?"

Why was she acting so weird?

"I guess so, yeah. But like I said, I don't have any real equipment yet so we don't have to treat this like a normal shoot."

She looked conflicted, and she was about ready to chew her bottom lip clean off because of it.

"Fine," she finally said, "but be a gentleman, please."