"It's this tiny country in the northern mountains. Fjords that cut right through the land, waterfalls everywhere, these little wooden villages painted red and white." His eyes lit up as he spoke. "The shoot's going to be on this cliff overlooking a fjord at sunrise. The photographer sent me test shots and I literally almost cried."
"You cried?"
"A little. Just internally. Very manly tears." He grinned. "But seriously, Hazel, it's going to be incredible. I'll be wearing all this flowy dark wool stuff, standing on rocks, looking broody." He paused. "I'm very good at looking broody."
"I can tell."
He laughed, delighted she was playing along. "And after the shoot, I'm staying an extra week. Just to explore. Hike the cliffs. Eat weird pickled fish. Get lost in those tiny villages where no one speaks English."
