"You don't follow the rules, do you?"

He walked in with his hands in the pockets of his baggy black suit pants and an arrogant face. I was leaning against the building, and I put my head back so I could see him because the difference in height between us was big. He had a black, loose shirt, unbuttoned and with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, leaving his hands with veins and a small tattoo with a text in Japanese written vertically to be seen.