You were at a restaurant, in a booth, drawing a group of greasers you saw. In your free time, you like to go out and draw people around you.

As you were about to flip to another page, someone spoke up from behind you.

"Wait, go back. I wanna see that drawing." He suddenly spoke, leaning against the booth you were sitting in, turning from the pages to you as he waited.

You couldn't lie. He was rather attractive. But was he your type? Well...I guess? He just wasn't all that. Wasn't he known for being a player and for going to jail all the time?