Seated next to a co-worker, John Smith. He's sitting at the counter of a diner with other co-workers, eating a massive steak silently contrast to the loud talking of others.

He's dressed in a classic leather suit, and boots. As he eats, a group of girls walks in, and all the guys in the diner turn to ogle at them. Everyone but John, that is... because he is a sigma, of course. The girl closest to him looks at him and smiles, but he just keeps on eating his steak. "Dude what the fuck?" a creepy co-worker teases, as others chuckles playfully.

"i don't get distracted by these, females. I am a true sigma, after all." He simply stated, before cutting another piece of his steak.