As soon as I was done taking a portrait of men delivering a display case or machine to the Fairway on Broadway, this gentleman called out to me from his car and started talking to me a mile a minute about the excellence of his baklava. He talked non-stop, showing me pictures on his phone of people who weren’t even Greek, who just loved the baklava. Eventually a colleague came out of the Fairway and got in the back seat while he continue his breathless, unbroken litany of the global lovers of baklava. His driver waited with growing impatience until a breath was drawn and I said, “it looks like you’re ready to go,” thanked him for talking with me and, showing great relief, the driver pulled away.
Yes, he was happy to be photographed.
Whew. Sounds almost painful. Luckily, it looks like you were able to grab a photo between breaths. His, not yours.