I make a b-line across the street and ask him first. He looks to me momentarily before returning to his previous position in silence. I take this as a yes and start snapping.
Someone shouts from the other end of the block, “Aye bruh, you know she’s taking your photo!?”
Bloody beef bones and couture boots on Mission street.
The fellow who allowed me to make this photo is named Charles and he’s a sweetheart.