Everything about the boy suggests good breeding.
Somewhere in his late teens, he's dressed in dark slacks, a white long-sleeve polo, over which he's wearing a black sweater, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His dark hair is impeccably combed and his posture is practically perfect. On the table in front of him is a book, which he’s been reading for the past quarter of an hour (it’s Camus).
All things told, he probably wouldn't mind distractions.