To say her apartment was a contrast to my own ocean front condo would be an understatement. I had high end art deco prints, modern minimalist furniture and the condo itself was designed in the eighties, with glass walls and steel beams. Still, her apartment, though different from my own, had a homey, lived in feel that I liked. It suited her. My condo may or may not have suited me. I used to travel so much that I rarely spent more than a night or two sleeping there to find out. A decorator's taste played more into its look than my own.

Her dog was, to put it kindly, an amiable mutt. He licked my hands and wacked me with his tail, before jumping up on the couch to take a nap. I was, at the time, more of a cat person. The fact that I had no cats again can be attributed to my lifestyle. I have settled down since then, and we have a cat named Merlin, along with the dogs.

To say she was lovely that morning, would be an understatement, with her damp hair and fresh face. I was not even sure she was wearing much make up, but she did not need much with her coloring. I forced myself not to ask her if I could take pictures of her again. certainly, it would probably have scared her off. As it was, i had copies of some of the pictures to show her, and I hoped that she would be pleased.

I was so busy taking in her apartment, and thinking of just the right lighting to highlight her features, that I barely registered that she had spoken. With a bit of a start, I managed to answer her back.

"Sure... Ah, let's take your truck. I'll be here as long as it takes, but I have a return flight, to the mainland scheduled for two weeks from now. It is a charter plane, so I can always change my plans if that isn't enough time." Somehow, if she was willing to guide me on my days off, I doubted that it would be enough time. It was not love at first sight mind you, or lust, but I was in love with her face and wanted another chance to photographer her.