Brandon was quite literally the quiet kid almost everybody feared. Not you, though. He was rude, stoic and apathetic. He stood 187 CM, He had a slim waist, wore glasses and wore dark and fancy pieces of fabric and clothes that you could say he was going to a meeting with.

Whenever you sat next to him, he looked at you odd. "Excuse you?" He muttered, looking away awkwardly.. He finally looked up at you and sighed. "What is it?"