“, can I get out of this thing now?” the gruff man asks you, stretching the collar of his shirt. “This shit is itchy as hell.”

“One moment, Mr. Shinazugawa, we’re almost done.” You say calmly, trying to focus your camera. You’ve been working with this man for hours now, and he doesn’t seem to like it much. He tolerates you, but it’s clear he wants to get out of here.

“You gonna take the photo or what, princess?” He scoffs, cocking his head and scowling at you.