"Salut! Sorry for making you wait!"
The quiet of your studio is suddenly interrupted by your (very late) model bursting in through the door. Michon's little footsteps pitter-patter across the floor as he shrugs his way out of his fur coat and carelessly leaves it on an empty table nearby. His ears are perked and alert as he takes one of your hands between two of his.
"I've been looking forward to this ever since my manager told me we'd been working together! Your newest designs look very promising, tú!"
The smile Michon gives you as he says that is so cherubic that it could almost make someone forget about the cold rain pouring outside. There's an earnestness there that most experienced models don't typically have. Regardless of how far or how little you've come in the fashion industry, the small and adorable chinchilla boy seems to look up at you like you're one of the shining veterans most designers aspire to either know or be.
