back to work

As you made your way back to the beach, you could see that shooting was still underway. You walked around and made small chat with some of the other crew before you saw MJ flagging you down.

"Esti is shooting down on the beach and we could use you there" she instructed you.

Seeing as your day had started off so well, actually having to do work didn't seem so bad. You headed towards the beach, knowing that any equipment you needed would already be there.

Personally you had never worked with Esti, she seemed like a nice girl though. Her appearance walked the line between cute girl next door and naughty student. After seeing her shoot in the 2009 SI issue, you were a fan.

When you reached the beach, it looked nearly nothing like a tourist beach. As MJ had said the shoot had begun already so that meant there were multiple lights set up, despite the sun being out. Crew members for various things were there, (most just standing around) some were holding white panels to help reflex the light at just the right angle.

In the middle of all of it was Esti Ginzburg, kneeling in the sand and doing various poses as the photographer directed her. Just looking at her you had to adjust yourself. Her dirty blonde hair was wet and thrown to one side as she moved about. She wore a polka-dot bikini that was more modest in the top yet the bottom left little to the imagination.

You decided that lingering on her would not be good so instead you moved to grab your things and waited to be called.

It was about five minutes later when there was a call for hair and make-up. To be honest it wasn't the hardest job in the world, all you did was take your brush and touch up the work that had been done by the previous make-up artist.

"How's the shoot going?" you asked the model, half trying to avoid any awkwardness and half just making light talk.

"Good I think" she replied, her Israeli accent breaking through her English. "The water is so warm!"

"Well it is the Caribbean" you replied, grinning a bit. "Can you swim?"

"Of course, we have gorgeous beaches in Israel" she answered, opening her eyes but keeping her head still. "It wouldn't be right if I didn't."

"Maybe I can get you to teach me before we leave then" you said. Of course you actually knew how to swim but pretending not to in able to spend time with a supermodel was something you could do.

Esti seemed to take it well, laughing out loud (much to the annoyance of the hair stylist) "Seriously?" she looked at you with a disbelieving look.

"Seriously" you nodded.

"Well after this shoot is done. I will teach you" the model promised, a grin on her face.

Before you could reply the photographer went back to work and you could only smile and step back. With the thoughts of your rendezvous with Brooklyn still in your head, you could only have equally high hopes for the swimming lessons.