Fade up on a very angular bottle of vodka in front of some white flowers -- orchids, maybe? These things are set in the middle of a table where Whitney is meeting with some men, telling them about how they can help their brand, and waiting anxiously for her photographer to show up. She leaves, supposedly to fetch Steven, but instead calls him in a panic and chews him out over voicemail, as he shows up from behind her, not really concerned enough for my taste that he's "seven minutes late." He's clean-shaven and dressed nicely in a dark shirt and jacket, and he's got one too many buttons unbuttoned, but since he's supposed to be artsy, I think this is supposed to show his rakish disregard for the establishment or something. He tries to talk about the bottle design being "slick, sleek, and very photogenic," but he's stalling, and the client, onto him, says he hopes that it's all of those things. He comments about how he saw Steven's books, and they're brilliant, but what has he been doing the past few years? There's a pregnant pause, Whitney stares at Steven and crosses her hands, and after another moment Steven calmly answers that he's been shooting travel guides in Japan, as they had established. Whitney, eyebrows raised and holding her breath, listens to him try to explain. And she seems impressed that he's going with it when she interrupts and tells him that they should tell the truth. She admits that she made Steven create that answer and says she has faith in the real him, and then asks where he's actually been. Everyone is quiet and the client looks stern, but Steven takes a breath and, to his credit, gives an honest, not-snide answer. "Well, if there's one thing I know exceptionally well, it's the inside of that bottle." The client chuckles, breaking the tension. I suppose if you work in vodka, you have to be a little more forgiving about someone getting into trouble with your product. Steven shrugs it off and moves forward to talk about his idea. I started out wanting to make fun of it, but as he went on, it sounds great and I'd really like to see it -- which I'm sure means that we won't. He wants to fill the bottle with buds, and he'll shoot the color negative and cross-process it so that the colors will turn out extremely bold, and the etched name on the bottle will pop. He warms up, and they seem to love the idea that, in his words, will mean "rebirth, spring... second chances." Whitney is all aglow inside that her risk seems to be paying off.