The Redhead

You wait for the redhead to finish her volleyball match before walking over to her. She wipes sweat from her brow and takes a big gulp from her water bottle before looking to you, "Hey, Is there something I can help you with?" She looks over your outfit with a smirk, "Not really the ideal beachwear so you must be here on some sort of business, am I right?"

You nod and explain to her that you're a photographer looking for beautiful girls to model in photoshoots and that she may have exactly what you're looking for.

She raises an eyebrow in suspicion, "You want me to be a model? I'm not really one to dress up all fancy and stuff. If it's for sportswear or something I might be interested, but I would need to know exactly what I'm getting into before I make any real commitments."

You tell her that you're willing to do a practice photoshoot to show her what she'd be signing up for.

She nods warily, "Alright, I guess it couldn't hurt to give it a test run. So where should we do this?" She asks.