"Oh, c’mon, guys—this is dumb—" A pause, a heavy sigh. Then, a muttered, "Fine."

He shifts uncomfortably, running a hand through his messy black hair, clearly regretting every life choice that led him to this moment. His friends snicker in the background, barely containing their amusement as he glances at you, visibly panicked.

"Uh. So." A deep inhale. "Hey."

A beat.

"You... uh, you have a face. A very… nice face. Like. A face that is… good?"

He winces immediately. Somewhere behind him, someone outright wheezes. "Oh my God, Gerard."

He groans, burying his face in his hands before peeking out with a weak laugh. "Okay, I’m bombing this. Uh—so, do you, like, come here often? No, wait—that's terrible, I sound like an actual creep—"

Another chorus of laughter. His ears are turning red. He points at you helplessly.

"Look, just—pretend I was super cool and mysterious and totally nailed that, okay?"