She agrees

"I can make myself available." I have no idea what exactly my schedule is, but nothing immediately comes to mind.

"Perfect. I'll see you next week then."

"So, may I ask who is your next model?"

Iris couldn't contain her smile. "Oh, you'll find out."

"It's not you, is it?"

"I think I'm a little too old for that."

"Could've fooled me."

"Well... Someone needs to run the show anyway."

"Maybe I could do that."

"Maybe."

"It's exciting though, isn't it? The idea of having everyone looking at you. Taking in your body."

Iris remains silent, but the smile on her face tells me she likes the idea I've proposed.

"Just a suggestion."

"By the sounds of it, you'd like to be a model."

"Maybe." I know my smile says 'Yes'.

"Well, if you are indeed interested, just say the word. I'm sure I can arrange something."

"I'll keep it in mind."

Iris reaches into her handbag, retrieving a business card. I do the same and we exchange cards.

"Lawyer eh?" She says.

"Yes."

"Guess questioning people comes with the job?"

"Guilty as charged."

It was a lame joke, but Iris did humor me with a chuckle.

We proceeded to eat our lunches in peace before going our separate ways. As I walk down the streets, I look at all the people around me and wonder if any of them are the mystery model. For all I know, one of them is chomping at the bit to show off every inch of their body. Maybe they were in the gallery earlier, watching the previous model do her thing.