I said to him: Can I take your photo?
He said: Yes.
I said: What happened to you?
He said: I got into a fight. Had my nose broken.
I asked: Do you get into fights often?
He said: See that scar on my neck? That’s from another fight.
I said: What are you waiting for?
He said: For my nose to heal.
I said: So that you can get into another fight?
He said: I guess.
This conversation never happened.
Because I was too shy to ask: Can I take your photo?
But not too shy to stare.
So I just tried to remember what he looked like. And made up the conversation.