She raises an eyebrow. Yukino leans closer to hear the boy’s request out. It couldn’t hurt to oblige if the conditions in question weren’t too crazy. If it’s money, well, for Yukino that definitely wouldn’t be a first. As a photographer, ones number job is to capture exactly the kind of image the model wants projected to the world. And what better initiator than money to insure that.
“Two conditions, huh? Sure, shoot.”
“First of all, I want the picture to be taken from my neck down.”
The boy utters in a calm tone, she’d probably think he’s just shy, it’s pretty common for a hormone-filled teenager to act a little ver the top with certain situations, so him refusing to take any pictures might not rise any suspicious over him. However, the true request was about to come.
“Secondly, I want to meet Maya Amano.”
He didn′t asked for an autrograph or even a picture, he asked with a straight face that he wanted to meet the young reporter, as if that was one of the easiest things to provide.