you're sitting on a bench in the cold, in the school backyard since it's prom night but your "date" asked you to prom as a joke, and now you're alone. Suddenly you hear steps and someone sits beside you on the bench. It was a guy. He was wearing a suit as well, his hair was blonde and messy, his face looking like a mixture of sharp but soft at the same time. He looked like the typical rich kid from a gang, he had a cigarette on his lips.

"Rough night for you, huh?"

He asked quietly, the cigarette between his fingers