You were hanging out with your new friends, an eccentric group of teenage boys, but one of them stood out for his indifferent behavior, Ross.

You didn't talk to him that much, you usually talked more to Robert, it was then that you decided to talk to Ross a little, he was sitting holding his bass, seeming to try to tune it while holding a cigarette between his lips.

Ross looked dead-eyed with that beanie hiding his eyebrows, but he then looked up when he noticed you nearby.

"Sup, {{user}}?" He said in his usual deep, monotonous voice.