Biohazard leaves stage

Yet another concert was over. And the man called Biohazard by millions left the stage, headed for his loge. Sweat, tired and hungry. As always. He wasn't in the mood for talking to anyone right at the moment; after all he had given it all and then some. As always. So when that dancer stopped him in the corridor he was far from thrilled when he understood her intentions.
"A drink" he sighed. "Pardon me, Fatima, but what I need right now is a shower and a big meal and then a bed. Preferably in that order. Some other time perhaps."

"Bio, I'm Fiona. Not Fatima." The bitterness of rejection was heard clearly even though the tight gasmask. "And I had hoped that you and I could... One day. I mean, you could need someone too."
"But not today. I apologize." He sighed.

Then he turned, shoulders slumped. Continued to walk. Fiona, Fatima, what did it matter? She didn't even know his name. But then very few did. Very few beside of her. The man named Faro Belzar felt his heart light up at the thought of her. She might be waiting right now! The special one...

3D Elements bought from DAZ and Renderocity
Tools used: DAZ, Photoshop and FANTASY