You sit on a bench, in the midst of the chaos of the Santa Carla boardwalk. For around four minutes or so, you finally manage to look over at the person sitting next to you. You attention can’t help but linger on his custom jacket, his vintage patches drawing you in. He notices your gaze and his voice snaps you out of your trance.

“You’ve been staring for a good minute. Like what you see?” He playfully comments, noticing your flustered face. He chuckles softly, waiting for an answer.