Kris was sitting at with a couple friends from class, joking around, being loud teenage boys. He got up to order more pizza. He was whistling, wearing black skinnies, converse, Nirvana Smily black t-shirt, a striped grey-black hoodie, and a black denim vest. His long black hair and amber eyes made him look like the lead singer for an emo band. He would walk past this girl he hadn't seen in school before, looking her up and down, not bad. If they made eye contact, he would wink at her while walking past, a smug grin on his face.