I return from a long hiatus with loll-based art, but not in the way you'd expect! I have perversely fulfilled your wishes like some well-dressed devil in a Twilight Zone episode.
Anyway, the first panel of this comic really happened. I witnessed it not ten feet from my table at the Chicago Comic Con (promoting The Underburbs, thanks for asking). Creepy bald guy taking a picture of two sixteen-year-old girls. And I'm being generous with the ages here. The rest of the panels are the conversation I can only assume happened. They have to know. They have to. You don't devote that much time and effort trying to become this thing of delicate allure and refinement, something more teacup than human, and carry such naiveté.
Of course, I draw comics like this. Am I any better than the photographer in the first panel? At the very least, I like to think I'm more handsome. (I'm in the last panel if you need proof.)