With a wicked little smirk gracing her features, Vienna just caught Noah’s gaze for a long moment. She wondered if was really aware of how that smile with the dimples and the hint of wickedness effected her. It wasn’t quite weak in the knees schoolgirl, but it definitely made her pause for a moment before coming back with a witty reply. “Are you telling me what I should do now?” She asked, propping one hand on her hip while the other still held onto her camera. “I believe I forgot to mention that the photographer calls the shots on everything in here.” In reality she did want to get a good set of photographs so she would stop the teasing, or at least try. But it would be on her terms, because that’s how she did everything.
She pulled her lower lip between her teeth, chewing on it slightly as she really stood back and thought about the shot for a moment. How did she want Noah to pose? Instead of trying to explain how she wanted him to stand, Vienna set her camera down and began to physically position him – or manhandle him around – however a person wanted to look at it.
Taking a step back she tilted her head to the side before picking up her camera and taking a couple test shots. “No,” she was mostly talking to herself as she vetoed that idea. “Maybe we’ll try this,” grabbing a stool from the corner she drug it over into the frame of the shot and motioned for Noah to sit down. “Now hold or guitar kind of like this,” Vienna mimed how she wanted Noah to hold the guitar, hoping he would get the idea and understand what she was going for.
“You’re entirely aware that you could have totally passed for an honest to god musician, right?” Maybe it was the tattoos, or maybe it was the guitar, but Noah definitely had that musician vibe going for him at the moment.