Chloe and I grabbed some coffee and muffins from the café, the last chance for a break before the final class of the day. The buzz of the earlier modeling class and Natasha's mishap kept our spirits high, and we laughed, recounting some of the funniest details from the day.
"Do you think she'll ever live that down?" Chloe asked, smirking as she stirred her coffee.
"Not a chance," I replied with a chuckle, taking a sip of my latte. "That was one for the books."
"Speaking of which, I heard some agencies are going to be watching today's final session," Chloe whispered, suddenly looking a bit nervous. "They've apparently picked out a few people they're interested in."
"Oh, really?" I tried to keep my tone casual, though my own excitement was hard to contain. "Maybe they'll spot you! You deserve some big gigs with all the hard work you've put in."