Transition And Restart 432 Chapter Two, 2018, Field Trip: 6

Kinos.h.i.+ta Dai looked at the photo once more. One of the best he had taken during his entire career, during both of his careers.

'Funny. We couldn't use it the promotion, and then this.'

"I saw you," it read. From last summer during the Odaiba shoot, from the moment when Kuritina lost herself in memories and regrets, and also a new hope for her future.

He'd cut away the swim suit to focus on the woman, and he got permission to use the result for a photo compet.i.tion. Her face, hair, neck and shoulders. Nothing more, and yet the very definition of youth lost. The bittersweet first steps into adulthood. Just Kuritina Ageruman. Of the model there was nothing left, just a young beauty caught in transition and restart.

'I have to call her.' He wasn't sure she knew the world of photo awards. 'And she doesn't know she's part of it now.' There was a certain amount of shame in that thought. She had chosen him to be her main photographer, but he hadn't even told her about the photo he sent in for a compet.i.tion. 'Because this photo is private. I caught something I shouldn't have seen in the first place.'

Calling her would reach a mere one floor away in the hotel they shared. Calling her would reach a world and a life away. Calling her would reach all the way to the man she once shared that world with, and Dai wondered if he had any right to do so. Then, did he have the right not to? 'd.a.m.n, how did it get this messy?' He knew she hadn't let go of her feelings for the man who, just like herself, got caught in a new world eerily like the one they left behind.

But it was too late now. In a much smaller universe than the one belonging to models and fas.h.i.+on that photo spread and created an uproar. In difference from Kuritina's current universe this one was global. Dai had already received reactions from Europe, and while most of them concerned his prize winning entry quite a few wanted to know more about the girl in the picture.

'She's got a new boyfriend now, and if he sees this he'll know.' With a sigh Dai decided he couldn't avoid it. He had to make that call.

Grabbing a beer from the minibar Dai contemplated when would be the best time to make that call, but in the end he realised he was just procrastinating. Another sigh later he punched up her contact on his phone and waited.

His third sigh was one of relief. She was busy with another call, but Dai accepted that he couldn't postpone it for much longer. In antic.i.p.ation of Kuritina finis.h.i.+ng her phone call Dai fired up a web browser with all the relevant sites side by side, stacked the booklets with his prizewinning entry and emptied his beer.

The next call went through.

"Kuritina, we should meet," he said after she answered.

"Now?"

"Yes, now. Would the lobby work for you?"

There was a moment's hesitation. "Sure. I'll be there in five."

Dai was already prepared, so he left his room and took a lift down to the entrance floor. This being a top rated hotel, in Kyoto to boot, they served a fabulous array of tea and traditional j.a.panese confectionery. While most people preferred their western counterparts Dai had taken a liking to the intensely sweet cakes. It had nothing to do with being conservative. He just liked the taste and how it contrasted with green tea.

Just as he received his order Kuritina left the lift, searched the lobby until she recognised him and approached. One look from her told him that she most definitely didn't approve of his tastes. She had even less a reason than most since she was from Sweden. Westerners usually blinked and offered as polite as insincere a lie after they forced themselves to swallow a bite.

"Please have a seat!" Dai said and gestured towards the sofa on the other side of the table.
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Kuritina said nothing, but she sat down opposite him. He waited for her to make eye contact with the staff and noted how she picked a cup of strong coffee and some nondescript snack to go with it.

"So, what's up?" she asked when her order had arrived.

Dai said nothing. He just pushed the booklets to her side of the table and opened up his laptop. After a few seconds it made them company, the screen facing her.

"When?" was the only thing she said after she had studied the material for a few minutes.

He couldn't tell if she frowned, or if she even cared. For being a model she was eerily expressionless whenever she was deep in thought.

"Last summer. Odaiba," he explained.

She looked up at the ceiling. "In the sportswear place?"

Dai nodded. "I cut away almost a third of the photo."

"Contractual problems?"

He shook his head. "No, I got permission." He bit his lower lip. "I forgot to ask you though."

She shrugged and took a sip of hastily cooling coffee. "I don't really mind. See any problems coming from this?"

Dai frowned while he mulled over that question. Problems from a business point of view? No, more like opportunities. "No, not for you as a model," he said. "You might be contacted from abroad, so it's mostly a matter if Vogue wants you to broaden your repertoire or not."

Kuritina shrugged. "It's not like shoots in the US or Europe is anything new for me." Then she grinned, a beautifully malicious grin. "I'd be happy to be contacted. Make certain they contact me as well as Vogue."

"How so?"

Kuritina emptied her coffee and let the last of her snacks accompany it. "I love to change the power balance. Europe is the real world for a model."

She said Europe, but Dai knew she meant Paris. Paris was the Rome of the fas.h.i.+on world – all roads led there. He nodded. "I'll do so." He hesitated for a moment, but there was a second question that couldn't go unasked. "Privately, what's your feelings on this?"

He got a searching stare in return. "Privately? Privately I never knew I looked like that. I'm amazed Ryu stayed by my side."

So she hadn't been entirely happy after all. The worst part was that she was more unhappy with herself losing control than him saving that moment for the world. He had, Dai thought, done her both a service and a disservice.