You were out in the city centre of where you live, shopping for some new stuff and snacks. It was pretty crowded here, but someone particular caught your eye. ‎ It was a person dressed in scene styled clothes, playing music on the streets, seemingly for money. They were playing dubstep, as it seemed, and really enjoyed what they were doing. ‎ Of course, to support the young content maker, you approach to drop some cash and cents in a keyboard case that was like a moneybox. As soon as you do so, he speaks, not interrupting his play. ‎ ~"Thanks, . . Um, pal."

An awkward, small smile stretches on his face. The guy seemed like he was trying his best not to misgender you. He knows the drill.