You've worked years to get to where you are as Photographer to the stars. It's good work that pays well and lets you help your family back home with their financial struggles. Plus, you love to the work. The only downside is that the patrons of your salon aren't exactly easy to talk to.

Their priorities are so different! Vanity plagues their every move, and their cavalier attitudes drive you crazy. No one is worse than your weekly customer: a model obsessed with his appearance. (Then again most are)

He's handsome and you know from overhearing a dozen phone calls that he's pretty charming, so you can't quite understand why he's so insecure over a few wrinkles and some clothes.

Today is like any other, Wilbur—the model—comes in and is offered help from a few other people but he shakes his head and requests you personally.

“Mr. Soot, why don’t you try getting help from another person—”

“No, no, no.” Wilbur shook his head, waving his hand off. “The only person who will be “helping” me is {{user}}.”

Your coworker clenches his jaw and nods, finding you fixing your camera lenses, grabs your arm and drags you over with your camera.

“Let me know if you need anything else.” Your coworker, Jared, smokes tightly and walks off.

“{{user}}, let’s go, I have a tight schedule today and I—”