6 250 dollar face. (1/2)

Marcel went the bedroom for a change of clothes before he left the orphanage and fortunately did not run into Liam on his way out.

'How do I make a portfolio?' Marcel asked Avian.

[It's basically your photos] Avian replied.

'Where can I go to make this portfolio then?' Marcel asked still oblivious.

[Obviously to a studio, let me research for you] Avian replied and went silent for some time.

[There is a studio seven kilometres from where you are standing, and even though the photographer is not popular, he can make you a brilliant portfolio dependent on the type of work you are pursuing.

'Show me the way' Marcel demanded before he started following the map that was prepared by Avian.

Soon enough Marcel was in front of the studio. He looked at the small building before decisively walking inside. When he finally walked into the small building he did not hear any sounds and the place was eerily quiet.

”Hello?” Marcel called out but no response was heard.

'Are you sure this is the right place?' Marcel asked Avian.

[Positive] Avians response came.

Marcel called out for a while and he finally heard a groan come out from behind the reception desk. He deliberately knocked on the desk loudly to wake the person on the other side.

”Who is it?” A lazy voice was heard from behind the desk before a red haired young woman stood from their sleeping position. She was still drowsy when she stood up but the moment she saw Marcel she felt refreshed.

As she looked at Marcel she started believing that she had been using the word eye candy wrongly all her life. Marcel watched her dazed face for a while before he got impatient.

”Where is the photographer?” Marcel asked with a raised eyebrow.

”In his office, I'll give him a call to let him know you are here” the receptionist saud with a wide smile.

She picked up the desk phone and called the photographer's office. After a while the photographer came out of his office.

”What is it Milly?” the photographer asked impatiently before he saw Marcel.

”Oh, good morning” Marcel said as he extended his hand. The photographer skeptically looked at Marcel before he extended his hand for a shake.

”Good morning, how may I help you?” the photographer asked Marcel with a polite smile.

”I'm Marcel, I want to create a portfolio. I want to be a model you see” Marcel explained as he released the hand he was holding.

”Oh, I'm Paul. I may look young but i'll do my best” the photographer said with a small smile before he nudged Milly who was still in a daze.

”She is the stylist and makeup artist for the studio. Did you bring any clothes or will you be wearing what we provide?” Paul asked after he nudged Milly who was still dazed.

”Oh, yeah, whatever you need Marcel” Milly said already sounding smitten. Marcel thought she was cute and smiled sweetly at her almost making her heart stop.

”We have a problem, we might not have your shoe size” Paul said when he realised that Milly's efficiency was going to be on existent.

”No worries, I can do it barefooted” Marcel said as he maintained the smile on his face.

”Mmh, Milly, please prepare Mr. Marcel” Paul said loudly startling Milly out of her reverie so she would focus on preparing him for the shoot.

Paul went back to his office to prepare his equipment as Milly ushered Marcel to a backroom where he gave him a pair of black pants a long sleeved white shirt to wear. The clothes fit him almost perfectly. If the pants weren't slightly too long for him it would have been perfect.