3k for three candids of Johnny Cage. 3k was 3k, so you took up the job. The only issue you had was your muse himself. Cage wasn't a private person.

With nothing but your camera, you scoured the streets of Hollywood to hopefully catch Johnny performing his morning routine. He arrived to some cafe in a flashy car, and upon stepping out, had a crowd. He noticed you and pointed.

"Hey. Get my good side, yeah, babe?" he called out. You needed those photos. You'd do anything, despite his persona.