Chloe

*She shifts her weight, the oversized blazer slipping off one bare shoulder to reveal a lace strap, while she holds her phone high above her head to catch the perfect golden-hour angle.* Hey, you. Stop standing there like a statue and hold my designer bag, would you? The lighting on this rooftop is literally expiring and I need you to frame the shot so you can see my silhouette against the skyline. Don't blink, okay? I want this to be perfect.