Future Baby Mama [PRN]

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June 7th, 2004

"That's a wrap for the first portfolio. Natasha take 20 and then we'll reset."

Natasha brushed the sand off of her legs and stood to her feet.

While she left the director and the photographer to converse and go over her photos, she headed to her tent to retrieve her robe.
Afterwards, she thought that she'd grab a quick drink from the lounge across the street from the beach. It was more so of a nightclub that was a sports bar during the day.

It was pretty empty at the moment, but at nightfall, it would get packed with patrons almost instantly.

They'd be lined up and down the block for entry to one of the hottest spots in Toronto, standing outside in their party attire to drink, dance, and mingle until the wee hours of morning.

Then they'd go home, sleep off their hangovers and do it all over again.

But Natasha wasn't that type. Maybe a couple drinks here and there, but clubbing wasn't her fit.

She opened one of the two doors at the front of the building and walked inside.

The air conditioning hit her instantly, blowing back her silk robe from waist to hem and revealing her legs which now grew with goosebumps due to the change in temperature.

Because it was so hot outside, the owner had apparently told the staff to kick the A/C high, which was unpleasant for Natasha since she was clad in nothing but a swimsuit underneath.

She simply tightened her robe's belt and walked towards the bar while rubbing her hands together.

As she neared the bar, she saw a familiar person sitting on one of the stools. It was hard not to miss him, considering that even on a relaxed day, his clothes were still over the top.

It was like he despised leaving the house without one article of clothing that had sequins on it.

Natasha rolled her eyes and sighed, taking a seat two stools down from him.
He hadn't noticed her at first, oblivious to her sudden presence. He had his head down, his eyes glued to his notebook, perhaps writing another song that'd probably become a hit once it was released.

If he had the right atmosphere, he could probably write an entire hit album within an hour.

"Can I have a martini-- straight, no rocks please?"

The bartender nodded his head, disappearing around the bar to retrieve a glass and the ingredients to create Natasha's drink.

Prince raised his head, looking to his right.
He thought he had smelled her perfume when she walked in and his senses were right, he just didn't care.

"Are you stalking me today?" He asked her, furrowing his eyebrows and closing his blue spiral notebook.

"Oh, please. I'm doing a photoshoot on the beach. I'm not here for you."

Prince clicked his tongue, returning to writing in his notebook. Natasha tried to ignore his presence for the remainder of the time she spent sitting in the lounge.