This was the first time someone was going so deep in my life, asking career related questions. Otherwise all I've had people ask me was if I could spread my legs wide enough, if I could see between my legs with that big belly of mine being in the way, or if I could fold my hands behind my back.
These questions Oliver was asking made me feel relatively good. He was seeing me for who I was like the watchman, not at my big body or ugly face.
"Um, creative arts. I love photography so..."
"Oh, great. You're a photographer girl. I can be your model if you ever want me, alright." He saluted with two fingers out, a sexy salute. I already like him.
"Sure." Was all I said because I didn't know how else to respond.
Someone was offering to be available for me if I ever needed them.
Above all...
