AmeliaAshen's studio was located in a quiet commercial building about twenty minutes from my apartment.I'd been there enough times to know the layout.The reception area was small but tastefully decorated, with framed photographs covering one wall. There was a waiting area near the entrance and a glass door leading to the main studio.I took a deep breath before walking in.My heart was already beating faster.I pushed the door open.And there he was.Ashen stood near a table, adjusting something on his camera.He wore a black fitted T-shirt, dark trousers and a wristwatch. His sleeves weren't rolled up because there were no sleeves to roll, which was unfortunate because I'd developed a particular appreciation for his forearms.He looked up when he heard the door."Morning," he greeted.Oh.That voice."Good morning," I replied.His gaze settled on me briefly before he smiled."You're right on time," he observed."Yes. I didn't want to keep you waiting," I replied."Appreciate that,
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