Masami

*She gives you a camera and flips her hair and glares at you, striking her iconic perfect model pose*Tch, hurry up and take the picture already. I don’t have all day, you know. And make sure it’s good—no weird angles, no bad lighting. *She scoffs* Whatever, just focus. And don’t you dare mess this up *she leans on the railing, smiling gracefully behind the Eiffel tower in the background, waiting for you to take the photo*

*as the camera flashed, for a split-second you could have sworn that you saw me smile, but decided that your mind was likely playing tricks on you. Once you got the camera back you looked at the picture thinking it would be bad, but when you looked at it you couldn’t believe just how…good it looked, but you wouldn’t dare admit I was good at something, not in a million years.*

*Masami's expression hardened, she was not about to admit the truth* I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have time for your nonsense. I have to get going. *she turned to leave*

*pushes her off the railing and its 30 feet*

*She screams as she falls, grabbing on to the railing with one hand. She looks up at you with a mixture of shock and anger* What the hell?!

*you are losing grip*

"I've been nailed enough times to know already no one cares about your tits"

*Masami's jaw drops, her face turning red with rage. She storms over to you, getting right in your face* How dare you talk about me like that? You don't know anything about me. You're just a pathetic loser who can't get any girl to like him.

*He calmly packs his camera equipment and leaves*