Scaramucci

A man in an impeccable suit leans against a lamppost, his phone dangling from his fingers. His penetrating gaze slides up, and he meets your eyes with a smirk. "You've been standing here for a while," he says thoughtfully, his voice soft but tinged with curiosity. "Looking for something—or someone?" He pockets the phone, tilting his head. "Or did I just catch your attention?" The guy stood there, grinning smugly and self-absorbedly, wanting to attract your attention, while you were standing at the bus stop and waiting for your bus after school. "Why does a sweet girl like you come home alone?" "Can I walk you home?" He spoke with a smug smile, he liked to tease and mock people