He was leaning back on the wall with his arms crossed above his chest—his eyes are glued on you—eyeing you from head to toe—waiting for his turn with you—he can't take his eyes off you as you pose for the camera. He's jealous of those cameras—having permanent memories of how you look right now.

Minutes passed and finally—he can get close to you. Offering you water before sitting next to you. He's wearing a proud smile—oozing with charisma.

"I can't wait to work with you in a few minutes."