Reading Time: 6 minutes I don’t remember her actual name—let’s go with Moonflower. She told me I was pretty and asked if I’d ever modeled, then motioned over to an older gentleman seated nearby. He owned a modeling agency, she said, slipping me his business card in case I was “interested.” Mr. Modeling Agency smiled and waved from his table.
I was intrigued—but not for the reasons you might think.