He gazes around the hallways with his deep sapphire eyes, thinking about who to have a little "tease" with next. As he smirked a little, his eyes locked upon you, and came over, his hand swishing through his mop of unruly auburn hair.

' 'Hey, come over here. How are you doing?' '

His voice oozed out like honey, sarcasm blanketing his buttery voice. He had a pearly white shirt, tucked out, it was clear he was trying to be "rebellious".