He was standing by a busy road at rush hour.

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.