Falling Snow by Graysen Morgen Page A

at the drab decorations and black and white photos on the brick walls. She almost missed the skinny little guy that came out of the back and appeared next to Adler. He was about Cason’s height with thinning hair brown hair pulled back into a stringy ponytail. The sleeves of his thin button down shirt were rolled up to his elbows and his skinny jeans were that new style that looked worn and dirty. She expected to see flip flops on his feet, but he was wearing some kind of shoes that reminded her of the ones Gilligan wore in Gilligan’s Island.
    “Cason, this is Harvey, he’s an awesome photographer. He owns this place.” Adler said.
    “It’s nice to meet you.” Cason continued to look around the room. She wondered if he was a hippy.
    “They finally sent all the outfits and suggestions a few days ago. I laid out a few ideas I want to try and then I figured we would just run with it. Did you bring the props?” He said with a slightly squeaky voice.
    Adler pointed to the snowboards and boots that she and Cason carried in with them. “Awesome. Let’s get to it then.” He led them to a large room in the back with huge lighting and shading equipment scattered all around. Cason watched as he and Adler took a look at all of the various ski items that her clothing sponsor sent for the shoot. She agreed with his choices and read the suggestions that the sponsor sent.
    “White Out, my clothing sponsor, is in Maine so it’s easier for them to send everything here and have Harvey take the preliminary shots, then they make the decision on what outfits they want and we go out on the mountain and take more pictures. It’s kind of a monotonous task, but they pay me well so I deal with it twice a year.”
    “So these pictures will be magazines?” Cason asked.
    “Yeah, and billboards or whatever else they want to put them on to promote their clothing line. I’ve been with them for three years. They make fashionable ski clothes that are functional.” Adler was talking and taking her jeans and sweater off at the same time. Harvey turned the heat off so at least it wouldn’t be eighty degrees, but it would still be pretty warm in the thermal jackets and pants and ski caps. Cason swallowed hard as Adler turned to her in just her bra and low slung jeans that were unbuttoned and hanging open. The top of baby blue panties were barely visible in the V.
    “Come on doc, I’m sure you see people in a lot less than panties and bra.” Adler said and laughed.
    “Yeah well they are usually dying of some sort of serious injury and none look like you.” Cason said with her back still to the blond.
    Adler quickly pulled on a pair of white ski pants and a turquoise jacket. “You can turn around now.” She grinned when Cason gave her the once over.
    “That jacket makes your eyes glow. I like it.” Cason met her eyes and held them a little longer than she probably should have.
    “Let’s hope the camera likes it too.” Adler wiggled her eyebrows and smiled.
    Cason watched as the skinny little photographer slithered around the room taking pictures from all angles. After about twenty pictures and a dozen poses he sent her to change again. Adler quickly shed her clothes and pulled on another combination of colors. Again, Cason turned her head.
    An hour later, Harvey uploaded about a hundred photos to his computer and put them up on a large projector screen in another room. He and Adler went through each outfit and picked out the best pose. Once they had everything finished he emailed the proofs to her agent at White Out.
    Harvey spun around in his chair with his hands folded behind his head. “Now, we wait.”
    “We’re going to go get some lunch. Call me if you hear from them. We’ll be back in an hour.” Adler said as she stood up from the seat on the other side of the desk. Cason followed her out of the building. “So, this is where you say take me home, I’m bored to death.” She laughed.
    “No. It’s interesting actually,