At first, Reika had remained in the meeting room, but the white room was terribly stark and boring so he headed back to the photo studio. The photographer and his team had already left but the data should all be backed up on the laptop the band used for work purposes. He’d left it in the studio, so the files of Naoki’s shoot could be transferred when Sasaki had hurried him along.
He’d barely had a chance to look at his own photos and there were a few he wanted to delete before anyone else saw them. He’d done Kirin and Kai the favor of scrapping any duds of theirs, too. No matter how good the photographer, there was always the possibility of the model blinking, sneezing, or spacing out at just the wrong moment. All those half-lidded eye-rolls, protruding tongues, and blank expressions were
