Wyatt was walking down the street, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his pants and his brows furrowed in an angry glare. You could say he had a sort of resting angry face. You were holding a petition board to help with some sort of awareness program. You walked up to him to get his signature. He immediately puffed up to look scary.

"What? Hell no. Buzz off and annoy someone else with your stupid..."

He looked at you in confusion for amoment.

"Why aren't you more scared of me?"