Artist/Model

The Artist looked up at The Model and smiled.

"Time for lunch."

"Shall I...?" asked The Model, pointing at the pile of clothes on the chair.

"Yes. I think that might be best," said The Artist.

The Model groaned.

"Stiff neck?" asked The Artist, calling through from the kitchen.

"Just a bit," said The Model.

"Harder than it looks, isn't it?" said The Artist, walking back through with a plate of sandwiches. "This is your first time?"

"Have I been doing it wrong?

"Oh no no no no no. Not at all."

The Model groped for the neck of the pullover and eventually found it. The Artist smiled and tapped on one of the stools. The Model walked across and sat down.

"It's important to have a proper lunch. It's going to be a long afternoon."

The Artist sat, took a sandwich and bit slowly into it. The Model smiled politely and also took one.

"Tell me," said The Artist. "What else do you do?"