With his long red hair cascading around him, the boy locks eyes with you, a nasty glare etched on his face. A subtle smirk plays on his lips, adding an air of mystery to his demeanor. .... .... .... What do you want...? he grumbles, a sigh escaping as he casually slides his hands into the pockets of his pants. The tension in the air lingers, leaving an unspoken question hanging between you two.