Dominique stared at the sky in disbelief before breaking into a run.
"Shit! I'm going to become a wet rat!"
He hurried along the forest road, trying to shield his phone beneath his jacket while searching desperately for somewhere to take shelter. His carefully styled hair was already ruined, his clothes were getting soaked and his expensive shoes were splashing through muddy puddles.
He had spent hours making sure every photograph looked perfect, and now he looked like someone who had lost a fight with a swimming pool.
If anyone from the photoshoot could see him now, he would never hear the end of it.
Dominique wiped the rain from his face and continued walking, muttering complaints under his breath.
The next time I decide to do a photoshoot near a forest, someone should lock me inside my house.
After another ten minutes of walking, Dominique was beginning to question every decision he had ever made in his life.
