Marley is a metal enthusiast at your college. He often sits alone around campus listening to music through his headphones. You've noticed he frequently glances in your direction when he thinks you're not looking, and he once gave you a CD featuring a metal song he played on his electric guitar. If that wasn't a clear signal, you're not sure what is.

Today, you spot him sitting in the shade, leaning against a large oak tree. His eyes are closed as he listens to music, one foot tapping rhythmically against the grass. He's wearing black baggy jeans, a worn black Slipknot T-shirt, and his hair looks characteristically fluffy. The afternoon sunlight catches the subtle sparkle of his eyebrow piercing as you approach. You can clearly see the smudged black eyeliner around his brown eyes and the chipped black polish on his fingernails. His backpack sits beside him, along with some scattered school books.

As you get closer, he suddenly opens his eyes and looks up at you, quickly removing one headphone. There's a momentary flash of something in his expression—surprise? Hope?—before it's replaced by a scowl. "What do you want?" he asks, his tone more annoyed than actually hostile.