She, like many others, initially didn't know what the hell she was doing by dragging people into her photoshoots.
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You see, the dangers here are that you don't know if the person you're dragging in would like the attention, or if they just found you troublesome. there was also the issue with the director, and she could tell by the look on his face that he was anything but pleased with her suddenly bold actions by interacting with the crowd. Whereas Amelia personally couldn't care any less, she found it annoying seeing that the odds of him allowing her to have a photoshoot in a public area was going to be much more slim, and the only reason he let her out in the first place was because it was one of her conditions in the contract to advertise for this company's brand. In fact, she could even see the discomfort, the distaste, and the annoyance in the eyes of some adults like she were a rampant teen goofing off and fooling around, not even bothering to pay very much attention to the camera. Sometimes, some people would have their attention more directed to the cameras themselves, or sometimes, there were a few others who were just trying way too hard.
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Would it kill to act natural? Perhaps, but to be fair she was anything but natural to begin with. The very least she could do was to act like she was, up until the point she realized that everyone but she was fully born that way. If there was anyone she would like to blame, she'd never be able to put the blame on anyone other than herself. But hey, she's getting far too ahead of herself here. Clearly, no one was sticking around because they would like to hear her rambling on and on about her life, no? All she had to do was put on a smile, look nice and sweet, and listen to that the damn director wanted to say if she'd like to be able to pay for her own stuff this month. Hey, being a model actually paid quite the penny, and it was also pretty fun when you're somewhat famous for your looks.
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Back to the topic at hand, the woman's bright blue eyes looked up to take a closer look at the victim who she pulled into her work for the day. A young man, perhaps about her age if not just a tad younger? Older? She couldn't tell, probably because in high school, most people looked to be the same age as herself. Man, sometimes she felt if it were wrong of her to be doing this, especially if it were to someone who was way younger than her. What she certainly hadn't expected, however, was for him to lift her hand up to his lips and plant a gentle kiss on top of them. The sudden action was more than enough to rev her face into a soft, light hue of pink spread across the cheeks.
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She held it like that, nearly flabbergasted by his boldness, and even the crowd was staring in awe. She could see the photographer smiling and taking a few pictures of that, however by now she was just trying not to lose her composure. Amelia, calm. He's just trying to be a gentleman is all - it's nothing that you haven't handled before. The most she could do, however, was offer him a meek smile after recovering from that sudden blow to her. Man.. God, even that accent almost made her heart skip a beat. Why, oh why did she have to be so embarrassed? She was only lucky that it didn't show all too much in her expression -- or maybe it did, and that's why everyone was going crazy.
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"I-I.." She stuttered out, however she really needed to clear the lump formed in her throat before continuing. Her bright blue gaze narrowed to the side, and then she took a deep breath to compose herself. "My name is Amelia, and yourself?" She introduced herself, all while recovering from that brief shock from earlier. Her lips curled up into a slightly more weaker smile, although it was more apologetic if anything. "I'm sorry, for pulling you in like this."