QUOTE : I’m Nikki,” she said, giving me a onceover, much like the other guy had just done. “Josephine,” I said, pressing my hand to my chest. “Are you like a custodian or something? What’s with the hat?” I reached up to feel the brim. I knew the bright white NYFW letters illuminated my lower-middle class status. “Yeah. Uh, I work here and I don’t think I fully understand what’s going on.” She popped her hip out with a touch of attitude. “Martín is down a model, so he’s enlisted your help. We’ll get you fitted and push you through hair and makeup as quickly as possible.” “No. No. I don’t think that’s a good idea.” “So you’re turning down $3,000 and the chance to model in New York Fashion Week? What, do you love your current gig that much?” Hold the phone.