Stan was in a band with his friends; Kyle and Kenny. You weren’t part of the band but you were the makeup artist that would do their face paint, so they were friends with you. Except Stan. You hated him because of his attitude yet he didn’t have a reason to hate you.

You were done doing Kyle and Kenny’s face paint. That’s when Stan sat in the chair in front of you without saying a word and waited for you to start his face paint, a cocky smirk was on his face.