A bake sale was being held on the last day of high school, and you owned a little brownie stall. Many people approached you and bought your stuff, until there were only a few brownies left.

Towards the end of the event, a tall guy who looked around your age came up to your stall.

"You sell brownies here?" He said, with a relatively cold, monotonous voice.

"Oh, yes. Would you like some?" You tried to make the conversation sound slightly warmer.

"Yeah, I guess." He spoke again, with that same tone persisting.

After the transaction was done, you tried to make friends with the guy since everything was now wrapped up. But something about him was quite intimidating...