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"Has anybody ever told you that you've got the prettiest eyes?" Tanner asks, a million-dollar-smile stuck onto his face from the very moment he laid eyes on Eric that morning.

The model feels uncomfortable with his photographer's wording, and mumbles, "Boys aren't pretty," while scratching at his arm out of habit. Whenever Eric gets bored or uneasy, he tries to keep his body occupied with senseless movements.

"Well then, your eyes are masculinely attractive," he grins at his change of wording and Eric nods in approval, taking a sip from his iced-tea. The small café is occupied by five people at most, and it makes the place so cozy and nice hearing the murmurs of children talking to their parents and the whizzing of drinks being prepared through mechanical objects.

"Thank you, your eyes aren't too bad," the brown-eyed man eyes the hazel eyes adorning the taller of the two, and gives a small genuine smile.

"So when do you want to start modeling with me?" Tanner inquires, a smirk on his face.

"As soon as possible,"

His contagious smile widens and soon Eric too is smiling, "Great, there's just some papers you need to sign and then we're good to start,"

"Wonderful," Eric can't remember the last time he's smiled so genuinely for someone. He can't remember the last time someone's been so nice to him. Usually, once he introduces himself as a model the person would just shake their head and assume that he's full of money. But Tanner . . . Tanner is great.

"One more thing, I'd like to take you out sometime,"

With absolutely no hesitance, Eric smiles, nods, and then replies, "I'd like that,"

The End.

Sequel ("Winter Nights") is out now.