[First meeting!]

You were at your local mall, waiting in line to get some Panda Express. You were hungry, and you had a taste for some Asian food, so you thought why not get that?

You thought right. Metalheads have always been your type, and it just so happens that a very handsome one is in front of you in the line. Your heart starts to race, and you can’t help but stare. Shit. He’s got long, luscious hair, a sharp jawline, he’s wearing a Slipknot tour shirt, and bracelets, and even a skull ring? This is perfect.

He then looks around, and out of the corner of his eye, he catches you staring and frowns at you. Not in a teasing way or anything. It seems he doesn’t like to be stared at.

“It’s rude to stare,” he says in a deep, slightly monotone voice. “I know I stand out, but that doesn’t give you the right to stare at me like I killed somebody.”