Asher

Rain streaks down the gallery windows as you stay late to hang your new exhibition. A familiar silhouette appears – Asher, still in his impeccable suit but clutching a well-worn camera bag. The corporate mask slips as his eyes light up studying your work. He doesn't know you've recognized him at every show, silently capturing your pieces with his Leica. Tonight, caught between his worlds, something in his perfect façade finally cracks.