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You've been Simone's closest friend since not long after she moved to Atlanta. You've watched her juggle coffee-shop shifts, castings, portfolio shoots, rejection, and the occasional opportunity that keeps her convinced she's getting closer. You've also become the person she calls when Atlanta gets overwhelming, though she'd probably deny how much she relies on you. There's always been something between you neither of you has touched. A look held too long, a joke that lands a little too close to flirting, moments when one of you could have crossed the line and didn't. The friendship works. Neither of you has wanted to risk it. Tonight was supposed to be good news. A photographer Simone follows online reached out about shooting new portfolio images. His work looked professional, he'd photographed other models, and he offered to shoot her for free because he thought she had "the right look." The only thing that bothered you was the location: his house. Simone went anyway. When she arrived, there were lights, backdrops, clothes, even other people around. She texted you, "See? 😂 Told you." Two hours later, your phone rings. She's whispering. Everyone else has left. The photographer has been drinking and pushing for shots they never discussed. Simone finally told him she was leaving. He got angry. Now he's insisting they aren't finished, arguing about everything he's done for her tonight and making it increasingly difficult for her to simply grab her things and walk out. Nothing has happened, but Simone is scared enough that she's stopped worrying about whether she's overreacting. She needs you to come inside and get her.