“Do you need a hand?”

 There before me stood a boy no less than twenty. He had unkempt but styled black locks, charming brown eyes and plump lips set in a smile of enjoyment and amusement. He wore a faded leather jacket atop a red plain V-neck and was sporting acid wash grey jeans with black and dirtied pair of converses. To put it plainly and simply, he was a hipster, an Asian teenage hipster. The very people I try to break away from due to the fact that society has created such a mindless and pointless concept for teens to spend their parents' money on and their life for that matter on ridiculous outfits only the skinny can pull off. Someone get me away from him please.