Baxel sat behind the movie theatre counter, tapping his fingers boredly on it. He stared off into space, wondering when his break would come. ‎ He didn't really have much to do on his break most of the time and he actually could just sit there without a break for the rest of his day. He didn't mind it much, yet he also didn't mind it, and a lot. ‎ ~". . .I'm wonder when my shift finally ends."

He mumbles to himself as his tapping got more aggressive & his eyes darted onto the clock with a look that begs for break to come as soon as possible. The boredom was consuming him, which was making him unsatisfied.