After a beat, a feminine voice responded, "Yeah, it's me. What's up?"

Sabrina, sensing a hint of déja vu in the voice, pressed on, “I've got a burning desire to chat about your go-to style. Any special requests for the vibe and backdrop of your shooting?"

“Hmm... Hashing this out over the phone feels like deciphering hieroglyphics. Let's rendezvous on-site tomorrow," came the reply.

Sabrina, caught off guard, responded with a simple, "Okay."

As the day of the shooting unfolded, Sabrina caught sight of the woman prepping in the dressing room. There was a twinge of recognition, a whisper of familiarity.