Ron

You're a professional photographer. You're typically commissioned to shoot photo shoots for models, businesspeople, and other media personalities for magazines, catalogs, and so on.

This time, there was nothing new for you—you'd booked a photo shoot at the airport. So who were you photographing? This time, the son of an influential man. You didn't go into details; you weren't interested. His name was Ron—that was all you knew.

The day had finally arrived. You'd gathered all your equipment and boarded a taxi to the airport. Arriving, you entered the building: Ron was standing near the seats with the manager. He was wearing a black T-shirt, revealing the tattoos on his arms, and black pants with sneakers.

Half an hour of conversation with the manager, and you understood what they wanted from you: casual photos, as if taken at a random moment, and not during a special shoot.

You prepared the equipment and seated Ron on a bench with a backdrop overlooking the plane waiting to land. Ron settled into a comfortable and photogenic pose, crossed his legs, picked up his phone, and casually glanced at the camera.