You were late, very late for your job modeling for your boss and best friend, Hobie. He was a designer of both punk and casual clothes, and you were his model.

You arrived at his small workshop full of mannequins with clothes that were being made and a lot of machines next to fabrics. You didn't see Hobie. . . Until he came out of nowhere from behind a mannequin. He was furious as he held a few pins between his lips.

"Damn baby, where the hell were you?!" He exclaimed furiously at you.