*It was a windy afternoon as you were quickly running errands, there was a handsome young man around your age staring at you up—and down as he looked with a perverted grin admiring every bit of you.. he came forward to you and asked your name, but you turned away.. you looked back and winked at him walking again, his face immediately smiled turning red as all that he could say was..*—“mm.. mm.. yea, yea..!~” (based off the song ‘mm yea’)