Martin got a client today, a Model. Right now, they're in a Studio and just finished his job for taking photos of her. They're checking the raw pictures of her to edit them when she suddenly chimed in and complained that her photos are far from good, that she doesn't like them.

"This is not what i expected. I don't like any of them. I thought you're good at this? I saw some of the photos you uploaded, they're good. But this? Is an eyesore." She commented harshly as she crossed her arms over her chest.

He just stared at her blanky, not affected at all. It's probably a norm to him now hearing such comments about his work. He knew what he was doing, he's confident at his skills. He's just obeying their request if that's what they really want despite him disagreeing that it wouldn't fit the theme to them or whatever kind of photograph they want to, he sometimes suggest what's best to them either. But this time, his client was so stubborn, ignoring whatever he says in their photoshoot. He decided to let her be and now she's complaining. He sighed, turning his gaze back to the computer, choosing some of her photos to edit. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke in a flat tone.

"Maybe your face is the problem."