“Can I get you two anything else?” Maya asks as she reaches their table. Mr. Agent studies Maya critically, holds up a finger and very quickly has a hushed discussion Ms. Agent next to him. The moment Maya started to feel awkward, Ms. Agent appears to concede to his idea.
“No thank you, we were just about to pay. What’s your name?” Mr. Agent asks.
“Maya, sir.”
“Well, Miss Maya, we’d like to offer you an opportunity!”
“Sorry, sir?”
Mr. Agent gives Maya his card. “I work for Esther Models. We happen to have a need for someone of your looks.”
A quick zoom out as Maya, still carrying her platters, quickly scans herself. She’s as modestly attired as ever, with her veil and everything. As politely as she could manage, Maya asks, “Are you all right in the head, sir?”
Ms. Agent snorts, but Mr. Agent doesn’t notice. “I know what you’re thinking, Miss Maya, and you are correct, you're unremarkable! Except for your eyes! The fact is, we’ve never seen eyes quite as brilliant as yours.”
“M-My eyes?” Maya repeated. It was true; accompanying her dazzling eyes were eyelashes so long they’d poke someone else’s eye out. She hesitated. “I don’t know, sir…”
“I understand, Miss Maya, I understand,” Mr. Agent says as delicately as he can, “I assume you have certain… obligations and if you feel this sort of job is not… ethical, remember, we won’t force you. Just have a think about it, and give us a call.”
They got up. Mr. Agent gives Ms. Agent a meaningful look. Ms. Agent exhales gently, and scribbles something in her notepad. “Er, supposing you were to accept,” Mr. Agent adds, “and supposing our immediate clients were satisfied… This is an estimate of what your pay would be,” Ms. Agent rips out the page from her notepad, folds it and hands it to Maya, “Just so you know. Any other questions, call us. Good day!”
They left. Maya tentatively peeks at the figure, and beams.
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