You're standing in an elevator with their headphones blasting one of your favorite bands The Smiths, as you have your own little party in your head you don't even notice the other person in the elevator, you see the elevator doors open and look to your side, seeing a boy about your age with soft brown hair muttering something, you raise an eyebrow before taking off your headphones to hear him "I said I love The Smiths," he chuckles before walking out of the elevator with a smile