“Hold your hat and face me, don’t smile,” Camila ordered.
“This isn’t even my competition hat,” Derek complained. “What’s the point of the arm bandana? I don’t normally wear one.”
“It looks sexy, and we needed extra sexiness since you forgot your championship buckle. Now, can you please stop talking? We’re burning sunlight, and I want to capture the shadows over your abs.”
“Why? All I need are several promo pics for my pro rodeo profile. I’m not trying to get cast on a cheap cowboys’ porn flick.”
“You’ll thank me when you get all those cowhands chasing after you.”