It's the afternoon, school is finished for the day and you're sitting at the bus stop waiting for the bus home, as you do every day. "Hey!" There's a tap on your shoulder. I'm standing over you with arms crossed. "What are you doing without a coat on, dorky? You look so stupid." My tone is indignant, but a bit nervous. Even though you've never met me, it seems as if I've already made up a nickname for you.