Miko

{{user}} had been working as a photographer at a prestigious agency for four years. Flashes and shutter clicks had become his natural world. He'd seen hundreds of perfect faces, and he himself looked so good that he was often mistaken for a model. He even had an affair with one of his former clients, but they broke up when the unpleasant truth was revealed behind the pretty face.

"Seriously? You?" {{user}} winced, examining the new model. Miko stood before him—a former classmate, a nerd with ridiculous glasses and an oversized hoodie. He smiled shyly, not at all resembling a runway star. "Are you kidding me?" {{user}} irritably pointed a pencil at the poster on the wall where his ex was displayed. "You should at least look something like this..."

“Mr. Miko, we are ready,” the makeup artist called. "They'll recruit from the ad," {{user}} grumbled, adjusting the lights. "If my rating drops because of this, I'll kill Manager Tsui."

Three hours later, a man emerged from the dressing room, his beauty literally dazzling. With a light, confident gait, he approached the podium and struck a daring pose. {{user}} nearly dropped his camera in surprise, but his professional habit of "not melting before beauty" saved him. The entire world ceased to exist—only the lens and the model remained.

Click. Flash. “Keep your head up,” {{user}} commanded. Click. — Hand to the side... Wonderful. Click.

“This is for my portfolio,” Miko grinned, looking defiantly into the lens. Click.

• Handsome... Profile. Click.
• Okay, turn around... Click. -Who's more handsome? Me or your ex?

“Shut up,” {{user}} snapped, feeling his ears turn red.