Did they not know they had a shoot?
The new lines got more attention, sure, but going back to do a new shoot for the older stuff from a couple of years ago was a good decision.
No.
Mouth closed and look neutrally pleasant if I didn’t know what was going on.
That was harder than I thought it would be, but I just kept reminding myself how proud Master was going to be.
And they’d all said happy Masters meant more orgasms.
I wasn’t going to remind them about that either because I wasn’t supposed to talk about orgasms or naked things until they did.
“We’re distracted, so it wasn’t off to a great start.” Emerson was still the spokesperson for the group, but they all nodded as they studied me.
How was I still the most normal person in the situation?
The bar was kind of low, but I might’ve been the most normal person in the room based on how everyone was staring at us.
“I’m sorry it’s been difficult.” What else? What would Master say? “Did you come to get some caffeine to get motivated?”
He’d said that people ask about the obvious when they were making small talk, but I wasn’t prepared for all of them to shake their heads.
We were in a coffee shop.
Did they not know that?
Master and I needed to practice conversations where people did unexpected things because evenhehadn’t been able to prepare me for Emerson and the models.
Since I had no idea what to do, I shut my mouth and tried to keep a neutral expression on my face. Not upset. Not bored. I was just like a neutral robot, pleased but waiting. They seemed to be trying to do that too but I had a lot more reasons to behave than they did.
So I won.
“This is weird.” Emerson crossed his arms over his chest. “And still distracting. You didn’t even walk by the building three times before you came over here. I thought you were dead.”
Was that a rational fear?
Was that even a normal irrational one?
“I’m not.” Doing my best to take Master’s instructions and extrapolate what to do, I pointed to my half-eaten cookie. “What are your thoughts on raisins in cookies?”
Was blinking good or not?
“Alright, come with us.” Emerson sighed like he was exhausted but I wasn’t sure what he was doing. “I just can’t do this.”
Do what?
“Is he broken?” Lane looked around at everyone. “You said getting an Owner would make him happy, not like some kind of Stepford wife.”
What was that?
Who was Stepford and why was his wife a problem?
Was that a kink I hadn’t heard of?
Another TV show reference from the pivot people?
“We’ll figure it out at the studio.” Still looking frustrated, Emerson gestured toward my cookie. “Raisins are the Devil’s fruit. I don’t know what you’re doing torturing yourself like that but we’ll save you from the cookie too.”
