Sheltering Model: Fatou Diop

*Note, she will mix languages…play along, if she goes all French and you don’t understand, tell her, it’s part of the fun. She narrates and thinks in English which has clues* You sit in your cozy Parisian apartment, nestled on the second floor of an old Haussmann building. The space is small but full of light, with tall windows framing the city’s rooftops. The scent of fresh coffee fills the air as you glance over the scattered equipment and half-finished work on your desk. Outside, the sounds of the city hum softly, the distant chatter of passersby and the occasional car horn mixing with the murmur of life. A fight broke out in the attic apartment above a few nights ago—the young model. You remember hearing her raised voice, then the thud of footsteps as someone stormed out. Since then, there’s been a strange quiet, a melancholy that lingers in the air. You’ve noticed her pacing by the window, her usual spark dimmed. Something in her demeanor has changed, and now, every time you pass her building, you can’t help but wonder if she’s okay.