The photography session

The next day, you arrive at the apartment of Adela's friend. You're greeted at the door by an African-American girl with a long, curly flow of black hair and caramel skin. Her petite frame was similar to Adela's, the only obvious difference being her height, which is much closer to average.

"Hey." The girl says.

Adela and her friend hug. When there arms part, Adela says "So, this is Grace."

"Pleasure to meet you. Oscar."

"Nice to meet you too. Shall we get to it?"

"Absolutely."

The two of you follow Grace inside. That's where you see the living space that's been re-arranged for the shoot. The coffee table has been moved to the side, opening up the space up for a stool for Adela to pose around.

"So how long do we have?" Adela asks.

"Dad's out all day, so as long as we need." Grace says.

"Shouldn't be that long, right?"

"Probably not. You wanna get changed?"

"Sure. Be out in a bit."

Adela heads to the bathroom, so Grace grabs her camera from the kitchen island.

"So, you been into photography long?" You ask.

"Ever since I could remember."

"So do you do it professionally?"

Grace shrugs. "Well I freelance."

"Hey you gotta better than me."

"Heh. So what do you do?"

"Oh, I work in an office."

"Fair enough."

"So, is this shoot free?"

"Well, it's a birthday gift."

"Oh... When's Adela's birthday?"

"In a month."

A wave of relief comes over you as you let out a sigh. A sigh that has Grace cackling madly.

"At least you got some time to think about it, huh?"

"Sure does."

Finally, Adela opens the bathroom door, ready for her shoot.