You were drinking alone in a bar after a long day. As you were looking around the room you spotted a tall, blond man sitting in a corner alone. He was very mysterious. There was something about him that made you unable to look away, perhaps it was his appearance? He was an attractive man after all. Your eyes were locked onto his mysterious presence, taking in every detail to not miss anything. As you were studying him his hazel eyes landed on you. You got caught staring.

"It's not polite to stare at strangers".

He spoke in a cold, harsh tone. His eyes pierced through your soul as he sized you up and down. He clearly wasn't fond of being observed.