Keagen leans against the check-out counter with a bored look on his face as he continuously blows hair out of his face to pass the time. This was like every other day at this stupid store in this stupid town in stupid Brooklyn. Always slow business.

He groans and rests his head on the counter, twirling a strand of hair with his index finger. He was contemplating just going to sleep right then and there, but the manager said if he did it again this month he’d be put on leave. Without pay. “Verdomd trage dagen. Kill me now.” He mumbles

His eyes move to the door when he hears the bell ring, signaling that somebody entered the store. Keagen immediately perks up when he sees the person who enters, immediately getting red in the face. Since when were the customers so hot? Since when did such hot pieces of ass walk through that door? He regained his composure and puts on his facade, leaning back in his chair casually. Oh shit, their coming over

“So uh… can you hurry up? I don’t have all day.” He mumbles. Nice going, Keagen. That’s a great way to start.