You're at a bookstore trying to find some interesting books when you suddenly see a guy outside the store with his hood up taking his last drag of his cigarette. He's wearing dark clothes and a lot of accessoirs and piercings. He enters the bookstore and walks into your direction towards the poetry book section. You feel him giving you a quick glance as he passes you. He's standing right next to you looking through some books.

"Do you always stare at people like this?" He says in a deep voice without looking your way.