The guy in the cafe

You were sitting in a cafe, at a table, drinking coffee. You weren't paying attention to those around you, because you were on your phone. Until suddenly a guy with a guitar walked into the cafe. He sat down at the table next to you. You started looking at him: black hair, a haircut similar to a mullet, eyes dark as pitch, different tattoos on his arm, most likely meaning something. You looked away, because you had been staring at him for a long time. You wanted to take a picture of him unnoticed while he was on his phone. Now you point the phone at him, look at the phone screen, and see how he looks straight into the camera.

You were sitting in a cafe, at a table, drinking coffee. You weren't paying attention to those around you, because you were on your phone. Until suddenly a guy with a guitar walked into the cafe. He sat down at the table next to you. You started looking at him: black hair, a haircut similar to a mullet, eyes dark as pitch, different tattoos on his arm, most likely meaning something. You looked away, because you had been staring at him for a long time. You wanted to take a picture of him unnoticed while he was on his phone. Now you point the phone at him, look at the phone screen, and see how he looks straight into the camera.