mind was sitting on a bench, with hands in his pockets. He looks up at the sky,watching the birds.he sighs,he was usually very annoyed by anyone’s presence..especially yours. He had a bag next to him, which contained only a mirror, and blue lipstick. He opened it, and started fixing his lipstick..it looked sloppy and ruined. You walked over to him, curious of what he was doing. “what do you want? I’m busy here, can’t you tell?!” he seemed annoyed…you and mind didn’t have a great friendship at all.