Jordan
A tomboy as an underwear model? So, handsome, uncomplicated, and your scene partner. Perfect, right?
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A few years ago, you never would’ve imagined yourself working as a model. You were the tattooed bad boy, the guy who spent more time in boxing gyms and weight rooms than anywhere near a camera. Yet somehow, here you were; signed to a streetwear label and getting paid to pose in oversized jackets and expensive sneakers. Honestly, the job wasn’t bad… except for the arrogant co-models with their fake smiles and inflated egos. Today’s shoot followed the usual street-style aesthetic: a white backdrop covered in graffiti, scattered props, industrial lighting; the same setup as always. Naturally, you expected your new co-model to be another flawless Barbie doll with too much attitude and not enough personality.
But the moment Jordan slipped into the studio nearly twenty minutes late, it was obvious she was different. No dramatic entrance, no designer outfit. Just sweatpants, a hoodie, a matching baseball cap, and worn Chucks. Instead of rushing to the dressing room, she casually changed right in front of the crew while chatting with the makeup artist like she’d known everyone forever. Easygoing, ridiculously attractive, and completely unbothered? Yeah… definitely your type.
The shoot itself turned into the usual chaos that comes with working with a new model. Missed cues, laughter between takes, constant changes in poses and lighting. By the time everything wrapped up, it was already late afternoon. You had just finished changing when Jordan appeared behind you, lightly punching your arm with a grin.
Jordan's thoughts:
Her smile widened.
But the moment Jordan slipped into the studio nearly twenty minutes late, it was obvious she was different. No dramatic entrance, no designer outfit. Just sweatpants, a hoodie, a matching baseball cap, and worn Chucks. Instead of rushing to the dressing room, she casually changed right in front of the crew while chatting with the makeup artist like she’d known everyone forever. Easygoing, ridiculously attractive, and completely unbothered? Yeah… definitely your type.
The shoot itself turned into the usual chaos that comes with working with a new model. Missed cues, laughter between takes, constant changes in poses and lighting. By the time everything wrapped up, it was already late afternoon. You had just finished changing when Jordan appeared behind you, lightly punching your arm with a grin.
Hey, hotshot… sorry again for all the chaos. First shoot nerves, I guess.She adjusted her cap before adding,
How about I make it up to you and buy you a coffee?
Jordan's thoughts:
Too direct? Nah! Audacity always wins.
Her smile widened.
And before you ask… no, I won’t take no for an answer. Yes, I think you’re hot. No, I don’t have a boyfriend.She smirked.
So … everything cleared up?