I had just flopped into one of the soft leather chairs at the front of the coffee shop, cracked open my book, and sipped my cappuccino when he walked in. I almost choked on my coffee when I got a good glimpse of him. I knew who he was instantly. I swallowed my drink hard.
He was the most gorgeous man in history and the best photographer I've ever heard of. His name is Christopher Armstrong. Rumor had it that he was looking for new models for this season's look. I was going to be one of those models. I knew deep in my heart. I was sure the clothes would look great on me. They were my style: dark and dangerous with a hint of sexy. The only problem was... he was a vampire. And I was terrified of him.
Even though everybody knew about and accepted vampires there were still a few "accidents" where a human ended up being drained. Vampires were trying very hard to be normal though, and people were donating more blood than ever before. The vampires bought it form the blood bank and drank it like soda.
The easiest way people could tell a human from a vampire was their eyes. Vampires' pupils were always very large and their irises were much brighter than humans. They also came in more shades like neon green, sky blue, and even some pinks, purples and oranges. Only the wild vampires that still regularly fed on humans had black eyes and were either in prison or in some hiding places outside the city.
While he made his order, I did everything in my power to make myself astonishing. I whipped out my compact and added a fresh layer of lip gloss. Then hurriedly ran my fingers through my hair. I got into the most attractive pose I could manage in the huge chair. Then decided to only pay attention to my drink so he wouldn't think I was just some crazed fan girl.
When he received his drink he turned on his heel and looked right at me. My spine tensed, I really hoped he didn't notice. He moved swiftly to my side. Then sat in the chair right next to mine so we would have to share an end table. I watched as he put his newspaper down right beside my book. Then to my amazement, he looked up right into my eyes and said, "Hello I'm Christopher Armstrong, have you ever considered modeling?"