[Dave is outside (holy shit), in mildly appropriate wear for hot days like this. There's still a light jacket next to him, just in case. He's also sitting on top of a wooden table. Yeah, fuck those benches, bitch. This is how coolkids use tables.
It doesn't seem like this is a planned transmission, as he's not even addressing the unwitting audience he has. The blond has a sketchbook out, drawing something that can't be seen at this angle.
His iPhone is somewhere nearby, playing random songs. Suddenly,
this song comes on, and he starts to sing along. Sometimes, he'll pause in his sketch and tap his pencil along to the drums.]
I don't believe in fairytales, but I believe in you and me.
Take me to Wonderland....
[Bother him? Join in? Have a sing-along-off?]