Moxie's POV
The next day, I prepared myself to work with Nathaniel.
By the time Nathaniel knocked on the door that afternoon, I had already gone over everything in my head at least ten times. I had my sketches spread neatly across the coffee table, my measuring tape folded properly beside them, and a notebook filled with rough concepts I wasn’t even sure I believed in yet. I told myself this would be simple, just a professional session, just testing ideas, just getting a feel for how things would look on an actual model.
I even braced myself for awkwardness.
Because standing in someone’s living room and telling them how to pose while you stare at their body critically wasn’t exactly normal. At least, not for me. So when I opened the door and saw Nathaniel standing there, relaxed as eve
