The headlights of Veras's run down civic had shown through the windows of the large home where his best friend of 3 years lived. He hadn't given a call, but assumed he would stop by anyway after work, just to pay his visits and make sure everything was alright since his best friend was having a rough time after losing his girlfriend. Turning the car off, Veras then proceeded to the door, ringing the door bell and waiting for an answer.<br/><br/>His hair was a dirty blond, bangs that reached the tip of his nose, and the back just short of his shoulders. He was about 5'11". It was one of the things that upset him about himself. He never did quite reach 6 foot. He was 17 and a junior in high school, knowing his best friend since freshman year. He was muscular, but not ripped, leaving enough body fat to cuddle, but enough muscle tone to admire. The cool winter wind blew his hair out of his face, showing azure eyes. He was shivering, waiting at the door in a thin black hoodie, beneath it was a dark green shirt, his legs adorning a pair of faded black jeans.