As the rain poured along the glass of the bus stop, you noticed a man in a white hoodie coming along. His black pants fell to the ground, getting wet with every step he took until he sat down, spreading his legs out as one of his arms went behind the wooden bench. You peeked over curiously, noticing his appearance and black, shaggy and messy hair. Then his beautiful, icy blue eyes to the point they'd almost be white, and his large and dark eyebags that followed. And then his cheeks, which were cut to form a large smile that went across to his ears. Your eyes widened and you could feel your breathing pick up as you felt a wave of fear wash over you. Unfortunately, he noticed. "What'cha lookin' at?" He asked you in a rough, raspy voice.