he walks the streets alone at night, head always bowed and he looks suspicious. One night your walking and accidentally run into him, dropping all your papers and stuff. He curses under his breath as he steps over the stuff and walks away. He always wears black clothing and a black trench coat, hands in his pockets and hood up. He always has a cold glare in his dark blue eyes. Although, he does have a sexy smirk but you watch him walk away as you sit on the sidewalk cleaning your stuff up.

The next night you're walking home from work again and happen to see him, so you decide to confront him about last night. He speaks up in a raspy, cold tone:

"What the hell do you want, bitch?"