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 in vibrant red swimsuit. I nearly crashed my car, I think." He laughed loudly.

Oh yeah. That was when I first changed. That really was a bold move, wasn't it?

"Sorry about that," you joke in response.

"Please don't apologize on my account. I reckon that counts as a first interview. That body of yours is out of this world, and you're quite confident to dress in such a way on the street. It isn't trashy, no. Only a fool would say that. It was beauty, and the kind 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."