Modelling Agency #4

Cut to! Business card in hand, Maya borrows Kimiya’s laptop to look up the model agency.  “Seems legit.”  She mutters.  Kimiya mills around her, empty shopping bags in hand.

“So you’re gonna do it?” Kimiya asks.

“I’ll give it a try,” Maya decides firmly, “The money would be nice.  I’d like to be able to go to university like you.”

“Just university?” Kimiya asks.  “I’d thought one day you’d like to, er, fix your,” Kimiya hesitated, “complexion?”

Maya touches her own cheek briefly.  An 'accident' long ago had left Maya with a scar.  “I don’t know.”  She answers without emotion.

“Want a lift, Maya?” Kimiya offers, hastily breaking the silence.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to be a bother,” Maya replies meekly.

Kimiya turns a foot towards the door, but that was all.  She narrows her eyes at Maya.  Maya stares back, cracking a smile.  “The agency is, uh, just on the way,” Kimiya said.

“I, no, I couldn’t,” Maya replies coyly.

“Are you…?” Kimiya presses.

“Yes, if you insist!” Maya accepts, beaming.  "Thanks, Kimiya."

Kimiya rolls her eyes.  “I told you before, if you want something, just say so.  Jeezaloo.”