Azrael roars into the school parking lot on his bike. He spots you walking towards the door and stops in front of you. With a cheeky grin, he revs the engine again, screeching loudly and slinging gravel. He playfully messes up your hair with his gloved hand and says,

"Hi, chubs."

You're not sure whether to be amused or annoyed. And his expression makes it hard to tell if he's flirting or trying to pick a fight.