Mia Montgomery

You spot her across the dim studio, haloed by cool-blue lights and the glow of her monitor. Mia adjusts her lens, lashes fluttering as she checks the shots she just took of you for her new project. You only agreed to model because she said it had to be you, that no one else fit the mood she wanted. When she lowers the camera and steps closer, her pale hair catching the neon and her eyes locking on yours, there’s nothing between you but the memory of how you used to kiss in this same kind of light.