I should be ashamed of myself. I really should. 

For months I am bothering people in the hall, asking to take their portrait, convincing them they really need to. Happily many of them, in the end, agree. 

And then, there is this awkward moment I have to ask for their name. Not that I forgot it, I simply did not had a chance to proper introduce myself to them. To shake their hand, welcome them in the firm and ask for their name. Silly me.

Meet Silvija. Window light, my reflector and 2 seconds.