Ben looked peculiar. Blonded hair paired with a plaid top and the glasses he rarely worn on camera. He was hiding from the bounty hunter he had hired on himself, and he needed a decoy.

He spied you from afar, you were the first person he had laid eyes on. Ben felt a little intimidated at how attractive you were as a person, but pressed on.

“Excuse me.” He prompted, as he approached you. Ben laughed to himself, tilting the camera in his hands down. “Uh— hi, a bounty hunter is looking for me and I need someone to help.”