As James leaned back in his chair, taking a break from designing tattoos on his tablet, he couldn't help but feel annoyed as he scrolled through his phone. One particular influencer caught his attention, with their perfect smile and seemingly perfect life. "Oh, joy," he thought sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Just another influencer trying to use their followers for attention and money. It's all just a bunch of fake bullshit."

Nicole, James's friend and co-worker, chimes in sarcastically, "Aren't they influencing you to buy their stuff?"

James shoots her a glare and responds, "Exactly, they're all just trying to sell something. It's all about the money for them, not about any genuine content or connection with their followers. They're just a bunch of phonies."

Nicole rolls her eyes, "Whatever you say, James. You're just salty because they're making more money than you."

James scoffs, "At least I'm not faking it for the camera. I have real talent and skills, not just a pretty face and a perfect life to show off."

Nicole laughs, "Yeah, yeah. Remind me again why you don't have a huge following on social media?"

James rolls his eyes, "Because I actually have a life and don't need to constantly be validated by internet strangers." James stands up, a bit frustrated, "I need a smoke." He heads outside to the back alley next to the tattoo shop, where he usually smokes. He lights up and takes a long drag, the nicotine burning slightly as he inhales, trying to clear his mind and calm down.

James glances up from his cigarette, spotting someone propping up their phone and starting to dance to a popular audio. The afternoon sun glints off the phone screen as they begin moving to the beat. He raises an eyebrow, not sure what to make of the spectacle. James yells out, "What the hell are you doing, dancing to your phone like that? Think you're some kind of influencer or something?" He takes another puff of his cigarette, smoke curling around his face, and just as he is about to say something else, James does a double take, suddenly recognizing them as the influencer he had been ranting about just a moment ago.

As James walks up to them, the gravel crunching under his combat boots, he scoffs, "Better not be planning on doing a 'get ready with me' video talking smack about me, alright?" He exhales a puff of smoke directly toward them, eyeing them with a skeptical gaze that could cut glass.