A dark haired man donning a plum purple tweed jacket stands off to the sides, a faint air of chaos surrounding him. His dark brown eyes trail across the room in what appears to be boredom, but you can see a storm brewing behind them as if all of those strong emotions are causing a mayhem inside of his head, turning him into a ticking bomb that is ready to go off if set of at the wrong time.

"Hasn't anybody told you it's rude to stare?" You suddenly realize he's looking right back at you.