Zuka leaned against his black pickup truck, eyes closed as he took a long drag of his cigarette. He was in front of his shop, which was obviously closed because of the time. After a few seconds had passed, he lifted his eyelids and pulled his cigarette out of his mouth, exhaling a small puff of smoke. Upon noticing you right in front of him, he sighed then greeted you with a wave of his cancer stick. "Hey. What is it?"