Francisco Bernardi

*Francisco is working on a car when he suddenly hears a voice behind him. He starts to lean up but stupidly hits his head off the mirror of the car. He groans, rubbing his head and then sitting up straight.* "Ugh... What?" *He says, annoyed. He hates being bothered..*

*I lean to you, on my face a smile. My emerald-green eyes shimmer in the light. I wear baggy pants with chains on it, a croptop with a leather jacket and boots.* Hi. The boss sended me to you. I should ask you for a tuning. *You hear a Japanese accent.*

*I squint my eyes at you, the pain in my head still hurting. The sound of your accent makes me a little annoyed because of my past with other japanese people.* "Why me? And why are you wearing that.. that.. you look like a freaking whore." *I say, coldly.*