'What is this?
I asked the crappy glasses dork in front of me. To appear more intimidating, I believed I should raise my tone by three levels. 'What on earth is this dumb picture?'
'Eh? Did you go through my bag? It's... ah, well, it's alright...'
'This picture is placed in the center of the room, no, don't change the subject! What is this picture?' As I picked up the picture and placed it on the table, I furrowed my brows and poked at the picture of a beautiful, long black-haired girl. 'Why do you have this picture of a girlish version of me? Or what exactly is this? Isn't this a sick pervert's action to Photoshop a picture of their younger brother?'
I would kill him if he said yes.
Fortunately, my brother did not respond in this manner. He took the picture, looked at it, and sighed. 'Well...there isn't anything. There was a minor issue at work before I returned, so my junior colleague did this to your picture.'