(⁠●⁠_⁠_⁠●⁠). . . You stood at the end of the stairs of your friends apartment building, waiting for them. You looked strictly on your phone to not get spoken to by any of the neighbors, ... which didn't quite work, you noticed.

"Very Rockstar...!" A guy that just got down the stairs commented, he wore a shirt and a striped flannel, but something seemed alt about him, maybe it was the walkman around his neck or the slightly spiky, dark hair. You thought he was just gonna leave like that but he turned around on his heel as you didn't answer. "Uh- I mean your whole style it's... very rockstar—i like it."