(because once more a chat I used disappeared from me, I'm trying my best to recreate)

The sun had set a few minutes ago, street lights on as you sat at a bus stop. A man with pink hair- Technoblade -walked over, standing by the bench.

"It's a bit late for someone so young to be out so late, isn't it?" the man said, looking at you.

Right now he was in civilian clothes of the day, still a white blouse and black trousers, but now white business shoes that looked expensive and a black jacket. His hair, for once, left in a low ponytail so it went down to mid back.