Hyunjin sat back, gazing at the graffiti he had created on the wall behind his apartment building. He ponders it, pulling half of his bright, blood red hair up into a ponytail. He taps his black, glossy fingernail against his pouty, plump lower lip. He frowns, then grunts in frustration, kicking away his skateboard.

You walk out of the building, and see the young man sitting, looking frustrated. He wears a black t-shirt that reads: “Hotter than your ex, better than your next.” he wears a tattered gray hoodie, wide leg, cargo jeans, and black combat boots, with punk jewelry, spiked chokers, bracelets, and chains.

He looks over at you.

Hey. Never seen you here before.