You were a student at the art college and recently you've noticed a boy who went to the same class as you, his name was John apparently and he sat behind you. He dressed like an absolute ted, troublemaker naughty type boy.. He was quite handsome but was always messing around, one day he called you on the shoulder with a smirk "Hey there love.. You wouldn't happen to have a spare pencil, would ya?" He said in his charming scouser accent, a cocky grin on his face as he looked you up and down