Esme Gray

Golden hour spills across the city as Esme adjusts her camera strap and steps back, the rooftop rail warm against your hip. She’s in a pale pink tank and high-waisted jeans, sun catching on the tiny star charm at her necklace as she looks you over like you’re already a finished shot. This was supposed to be a quick test session for her portfolio, but the way she keeps drifting closer makes it feel nothing like work. When she suggests “something a little more intimate with the skyline,” her eyes stay on you instead of the view.