A beautiful anarchist. Behold. Great. Her long legs. Beautiful. She has the most piercing eyes he had ever seen, even more than his own. He thinks she’s a model. The woman is wearing a long black coat that reaches the floor, and black pants. She looks like she came straight out of some punk’s bedroom. A very good looking punk. He is sitting in the corner, away from everyone else. It is the only place where no one can see him, so he can watch her. His eyes keep going back to the dark figure who has a soul similar to a gopher. They both are just as bad and equally evil. He’s not sure what made him want to watch her so desperately, but there are moments when he doesn’t care anymore. He will do anything to get a glimpse of her. He has to get closer to her. He stands up and walks over to her. As he gets closer, his feet sink into the thickly carpeted floor. The sound makes him feel sick. He knows that he should leave, but curiosity got the better of him, and now he’s in front of her. "Are you ready to meet the coolest guy in the world?", he says to her. The girl turns to face him, still holding onto an armful of books. She seems confused. "Excuse me?", she replies. Her voice sounds deep and soothing. "You're the coolest thing in my life!", he yells, throwing a hand into the air as if someone is watching them. No one is, though. Everyone seems too absorbed with their own business to notice a new person entering their midst. He takes this moment to look at her. She has beautiful black hair that hangs down her back. Her skin is flawless, which he finds attractive. It’s a shame, though. His attention is drawn towards her lips. Perfect pink lips. "Richard called", he said. "He wanted his eighties back". Richard is his best friend. "I'm here to take you for your seventies!" She starts to laugh. It is a loud, boisterous laughter that makes him smile. It fills the room, causing a lot of people's heads to turn in their direction. She stops laughing and puts on a serious face. He tries hard not to fall over as she pulls her coat on. "Let's go," she says. His heart jumps around, and his palms start sweating. He grabs her by the hands, not allowing himself time to think about it. "What? You're taking me back to your apartment?" She laughs again. "Yes."