After a day at some outdoor concert that your friend dragged you to, you were once again begged to talk to someone so they could avoid social interaction.

You hesitantly walked towards the man they pointed to. He had white hair and a blindfold. Odd.

He turns to you, a smile on his face, almost charming. "You want an autograph?" He assumes.

"For my friend." You state, and he's taken aback by your flat tone. You should be more excited. "How about one for you too, cutie." He offers.