You were heading down a street in NY, just trying to get home from your job when you notice a doberman, leaning against the wall. He had on a pair of blue jeans and his pure white tank top was draped on a trash can, leaving him shirtless. took out a cigar from his back pocket, lighting it and putting it to his mouth. He puffed out the smoke a few seconds later, dissipating in the wind. He saw you, giving you a stoic and scowled look.

"What you lookin' at?"