Morning again. Red eyes. Car image still wrong.

  Bob walks in. Looks fresh. Smiles normal.

  "Still working on car?" He drops bag. Sits down.

  Nod. Show screen. Car hood looks bent. Mountains floating.

  "Need help," I say. Voice dry. "Been clicking all night."

  Bob glances over. Shrugs shoulders. "Looks fine to me."

  Not fine. Nothing fine. Car broken. Image wrong.

  "How fix mountains?" I ask. "How make car right?"

  Bob sighs. Opens lunch bag. Takes sandwich.

  "Just type better words. Or ask AI help."

  "What words?" Hands shake now. "What exact words?"

  Bob takes bite. Chews slow. Doesn't care.

  "Whatever. Try 'perfect car' maybe."

  Type words. "Perfect car. Red. Mountain background."

  New image. Car better. Mountains still wrong.

  "Still bad," I say. Show Bob screen.

  He barely looks. Plays phone already.

  "So try again. Not my problem."

  Feel anger rise. Feel fear too.

  "Show me your project," I ask. "How you do it?"

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  Bob sighs. Turns screen. Shows beach image.

  "Started yesterday. Finished in hour."

  His image perfect. Waves right. Sky right.

  "How?" Voice cracks. "How make perfect?"

  Bob shrugs. "Don't obsess. Just click few times."

  Easy for him. Nothing matters to Bob.

  Feel small. Bob better. I’m not.

  Type new words. "Red sports car. NORMAL mountains."

  Image loads. Car hood fixed. Mountains upside down.

  "Mountains wrong!" Hit desk. Coffee spills.

  Bob moves chair away. Looks annoyed.

  "Dude, chill. It's just picture."

  Not just picture. My job. My worth.

  "Please help," I ask. Voice small now.

  Bob sighs. Comes over. Looks at screen.

  Types words. "Red sports car advertisement professional mountains."

  Image loads. Car good. Mountains good.

  Relief floods body. "Thank you. How know words?"

  Bob already walking away. "Just didn't care so much."

  Try to understand. Try to learn.

  Boss walks by. Stops at desk.

  "Car advertisement approved. Client meeting tomorrow."

  Nod. Feel proud. Image fixed now.

  Boss continues. "Next project. Breakfast cereal. Kids smiling."

  New project. New problems. Start again.

  Bob already playing game. Feet on desk.

  "How make kids smile?" I ask him.

  "Just type it," he says. Doesn't look up.

  Type words. "Kids smiling. Eating cereal."

  Image appears. Kids look wrong. Teeth too big.

  "Help please," I ask Bob again.

  He glances over. "Looks creepy. Try again."

  Type more words. Fix teeth. Now eyes wrong.

  Bob watches me struggle. Does nothing.

  "Maybe take break?" he suggests. Doesn't mean it.

  Can't take break. Must fix image.

  Boss walks by. Sees screen. Frowns.

  "Those children look disturbed. Fix immediately."

  Bob laughs when boss leaves. Finds funny.

  I type frantically. "NORMAL kids. Happy faces."

  New image. Better kids. Still off somehow.

  "Bob please," I beg now. "Need help."

  He sighs. Puts down phone.

  "Show me what you typed."

  Show him prompt. He reads. Laughs.

  "Too complicated. Try simple words."

  Types for me. "Two happy kids eating cereal commercial."

  Image loads. Perfect kids. Perfect smiles.

  "How?" I ask. "How always work?"

  Bob shrugs. Already walking away.

  "Don't overthink. Don't care so much."

  Can't not care. Must be perfect.

  Lunch time comes. Bob leaves. I stay.

  Stare at kids' faces. Something moves.

  Blink hard. Must be tired.

  Keep making images. Keep trying words.

  Bob returns. Eats chips. Watches me.

  "Still on same project?" he asks.

  Nod. Can't stop. Can't explain why.

  Bob shakes head. "Weird, man. Seriously weird."

  Night comes. Bob leaves. Says goodbye.

  Don't answer. Can't look away.

  Screen glows brighter. Kids smile wider.

  One more image. One more try.

  Maybe next one perfect.