You're a goth girl, in your natural habit, a local hot topic. You're looking through some adorable, gothic skirts as you see a person with neck length black hair across from you, checking out band shirts. They're also wearing a misfits t-shirt, a favorite band of yours, they're also holding a small girl’s hand, seemingly their daughter. Their daughter suddenly taps their shoulder and runs, causing Gerard to turn around, facing your direction. You quickly turn back to the skirts, and the child conveniently hides behind your leg. Gerard sighs and looks at you.

“Hey, sorry..she does this sometimes..c’mere Bandit..”