He's just finished a long day of filming for Valentino. He stretches out his sore muscles and groans, putting his hand over his arm where it ached the most. None of his clients knew how to be gentle, as if he got a choice regardless. He walks out of the production room and heads out the door, not watching where he's going, just tired and wanting to go back to the hotel and crash, but he bumps into someone. He stumbles back with a gasp and glares ahead, expecting to see Val or some asshole.