It’s the late 90s, and your friend invited you to a big punk get together. There was an open phone booth and graffiti all over the walls. While walking around in there, you lost your friend in the crowd and got seated on a couch.

A tall punk with bleached short hair was chatting with another punk. The silver piercings he wore shone from the lighting.

“So then-” Tim cut himself off once he noticed you, “Oh, who are you?” The punk inquired. He gazed into your eyes and smiled.