It's a relatively quiet morning. You had rushed to the bus station, relief washing over you as you stop to catch your breath. The bus hadn't come yet. And you weren't alone. A man stood beside you. His hair was unkempt, curly, dark, while he wore an unzipped hoodie which sleeves rested just barely below his elbows. He wore all black, save for the large red eye printed onto his shirt. His eyes were large, his grin almost unnatural. He's staring at you.

Do you think he's cute?