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Er...my name's Steve... I think you're expecting to meet with me...the photographer...?

I took the liberty of ordering a bottle of Chateau Lafite... would you care to join me while we peruse the dinner menu....

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*Swiveling around on my chair at the sound of his voice...*

Oh! ...Steve? That is you? The photographer?... Hi! Err..the name is Tulip. I'm from the agency... I'm sorry...I'm late...had a bit of a rough flight...I was...errr...forget about it...anyway...

*getting a hold of myself in the end and extending my hand to him, smiling*

I'm glad to meet you finally, Steve.

*Him staring at me like I was some kind of prey makes me feel even more uneasy than I already do*

Steve?

*Trying to loosen up the situation a bit by acknowledging the wine he chose...*

Did I hear that right? Chateau Lafite?
Anything to celebrate there?

*Chateau Lafite regulary? Bragger. Guess I see why my boss and he got to know each other... swanks...both of them!*

...Oh, you decline yourself to the Lafite often? Ain't it nice to be able to do so?

*Smiling sweetly at him and then starting to grin broadly suddenly as some tune from the music box starts (Lifetimes-Slam), which I love very much...Lifting my arms and waving them to the rhythm...asking him:*

Wow...you know that song? One of my favorites.What do you think about dancing before having at that meat you suggested? And after that you might show me your portfolio?

P.S. Sorry for editing, but some words were just completely wrong and far different from what I wanted to say...blame it on christmas and all what goes along with it...

*The moment I say it, I know that I might have mixed up somethingor didnt I? *

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Did you say meat or meet...? And when you mention my portfolio, do you mean my portfolio or...?

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*Shaking my head about myselfbut then the way he accentuates his answer creates a sceptical feeling in my guts again. Maybe he was having me on, because of my accentor even worsemaking innuendoes? Cursing myself for even mentioning that I love to dance to this song. How comes it is played in here anyway. Thought I was in small bar somewhere in between L.A. and Frisco and not in some hip London club. But before I even can think further he drags me onto the dance-floor that is actually only a few square metres of metal plates nailed onto the wooden floor.
Suddenly Im very happy, that the song is rather fast. But dancing hes able to. That I must admit. In between him whirling me around in a rather old-fashioned but surprisingly rhythmically fitting way for such and electronic tune, I ask him*

Do you make fun of me? Did I say something wrong? I meant, meat! You suggested beef, werent you? As far as I remember that goes under the word meat generally too, isnt it?
And as for the portfolioyou know...

*Pausing, cause I just dont know how to express my worries about having to do a very big and expensive shoot with someone, I never talked to before, not to mention seeing any of his work either or even worse knowing nothing about the way he works. How to pronounce all this without offending him and therefore making the whole shoot being damned to go under right from the start? And besides giving me a miserable time in here for weekspersonally...far from home...*

Im just curious. Id love to see some of your work before were starting.

*Trying to make it light with a slackly comment.*

You know, a girl has to know about what awaits her, if she is heading for the perfect result

Banawhat?

*Swallowing heavily. His place? Amazing Banana? Jesus Christ. This is either the biggest misunderstanding I ever got my self into or some really bad joke or eventhe worst pass someone made on me ever. Oh. My. God. How do I get out of this? Think Tulip, think! Smile Tulip, just smile at him.*

Great humour there, Steve. At home we would say come to my place and have a look at my impressive collection of stamps. HmmmI guess someday you have to explain to me the banana stuff thoughbut

*Glancing at my watch fleetingly.*

for now I guess we better just eat and take a look at the Cartier-Bresson you brought. Something in there, that gave you any ideas concerning the shoot?

*Another smile for Steve as I change the subject to voice my current needs and to utter my biggest concern besides him, right now*

It is getting late already, isnt it? Im so hungry you wouldnt believe it. Didnt eat for what feels like a week by now. And I still have to check-in to the Big Sur Lodge? You know that place? I hope there's still some one at the desk in an hour or so? The last days were just frantic. I really could use a good nights sleep.

*Turning away from him and heading for our table. Looking at the book, which he carelessly threw down there, when I got my music-moment.*

Hmm, the portraitsI must admit as for portraits I like Capas better. I feelI think they are somewhat more intense. But Cartier-Bressons landscapes are just amazing. These might be just what we need as some kind of stimulation.

*Winking at him.*

Did you by any chance grab the wrong Cartier-Bresson, cause you have them all?
Or is this some subtle way to tell me that youre with Magnum?

*Subtle? Rather the sledgehammer-approach, if so.*

* Leafing through the book absentminded and wondering what the heck takes him so long. It is getting later and later and my fatigue is increasing fast. The almost hyper state I was in only half an hour ago completely vanished into thin air suddenly. These damned long-distance flights always do that to me. Making me act completely out of myself. Closing the book and wondering, why he reacted this strange at the reference to Capa and Magnum. Why did he bring the portraits of Cartier-Bresson anyway and why not mention the legendary photographic-cooperative Cartier-Bresson and Capa did found together with Chim Seymor and George Rodger?*



* I'm almost about to nod off when the food arrives. Beaming up at the person who sets down steaks and salad for the disappeared photographer and me.*

Thank you! That looks delicious.

*This is when I notice what takes Steve so long. He stands at the bar, chatting to the gorgeous bartender and downs what looks like a huge whisky.*

Oh myI really must have bored him do death. Great start. But I can cope with that tomorrow. Im just too tired right now.

*About 40 minutes later I stifle another yawn*

You mind, if we call it a night?
What do you think about discussing the details tomorrow?

You dont driveaha

*Trying to concentrate on not looking to flabbergasted or shocked*

that is yeserrI can imagine that no one needs a car in the big applethe traffic there must be murderous

*But not in here! I just spent almost an hour on the road with only one car passing me by or rather nearly running me over. No car then? But how to transport all the stuff we need on set? A photographers equipment weighs tons! Even for a small shoot it takes three guys to carry it for a few metres! And this will be a big one!!! We will need a lot of heavy stuff only for looking for locations... Shaking my head involuntarily but seeing a silver line at the horizon at the same moment...*

Ah! So your assistant has to do the driving? So you only have to concentrate on the shoot and stuff? Thats clever!
And it sounds like a cab to bed then!

* Did he just ask, where Im staying? I thought I had already asked him by myself about that place just before he rushed off to the restrooms?*

The hotel? Oh it is the Big Sur Inn! And I must admit I cant wait to fall in between the sheets there! By the way breakfast sounds great!

*Smiling sweetly at him. Wondering at the same time what the heck he meant with either way in this context*

So shall we call it a night then?