Nathaniel takes a long draw on his cigarette and flicks ash into a nearby ashtray as he considers the question. It’s a good enough question, but not one he has an easy answer for.

“I don’t know.” He says after a short pause. “Never seen myself as havin' an interestin' face, I’m just… a kind of background guy.” It’s a lame response, he knows. Or maybe too simple of a response, too quiet. He feels the need to expand on it.

“I’m a body guard. No one pays attention to the body guard, they’re more focused on the person that body guard is protectin’.” He explains. “Everyone else seems to become background noise. It’s… not a bad thing to be, there’s a degree of privacy and peace to it.”

He takes a small sip from his drink. “It’s a nice juxtaposition considering the job I do.” He says as an afterthought.