His Muse

"An angel," Tony muttered as he saw Nori step out of the dressing room.

Though you had worked with several models none could be compared to Nori. She had no make up on and she was wearing one of the underrated dresses, yet she looked so beautiful.

Taking slow steps, he walked towards her. It felt as if his legs had a mind of their own because no matter how he tried to stop moving he couldn't, stop until he was facing Nori.

"I'm sorry about the...." She didn't know how to describe the dress that was torn so she stopped amidst the words. 

"Sir...." The lady from earlier came rushing towards Tony. "Sir, she ripped the dress."

Tony dismissed the Lady with a wave of his hand and he focused his attention on Nori. "What is your name?" he asked as he realized that he didn't even know her name.

 "Nori is my name," she replied.

"Nori," he sighed "What a beautiful name for beautiful lady." Tony commented as he circled her, slowly checking her out.