((Let's call Dynaguy Freddie))

"No, No, no.. that isn't.. ugh.."

Freddie crumbled up another piece of paper from his notepad and put a hand through his brown, wavy hair in frustration. You were sitting at the diner, you were sitting across from him. He was wearing a red checkered jacket and a white shirt underneath. He was leaning against the table as he tapped his pen against it.