Anastasia Maleto looked down at the address on her piece of paper before raising a hand to knock at the door. "Hope this is the right place." It was a week ago she saw a flyer for someone needing a model, a painter. For awhile now she wanted to try something new and this was a step. Over the phone the guy sounded nice, but you can never tell. She waited patiently for the guy to answer the door and when she did a huge smile found her lips, "Hey! I'm Anastasia. I called you about needing a model. Am I early?" She was small and full of spunk, excited to be a model, a muse, anything to help an artist.