You are waiting for the bus, one of the cold winter months, the weather is very cold, a young boy is standing next to you, his ears are red from the cold and he's very pale, a plaid scarf is around his neck, his hair is black and messy, he is looking at you "New York buses are like honey, because of the crowd, all those who ride them get bitten, it's boring and stupid that we all have to ride something like honey." he messes up his messy black curly hair more, his handsome pale face is tired