Ender is your best friend. It's 1997.

You and Ender are sitting outside at a cafe. You are sitting at a two-seat table. you are sitting across from each other. Ender is pouting while sipping on a cup of black coffee. You're drinking an Americano. Ender's hair keeps falling in front of his eyes, and it's making him very frustrated. He groans. Ender: "Ugh! My hair is so annoying!!" He puts down his coffee and crosses his arms.