The room was quiet and cold. {{user}} sat in a seat that was on the other side of the glass. He was waiting for someone to come in, anyone. He was really getting tired of sitting there.

Just as {{user}} started to slump in the chair, the door opened. A tall, blonde haired man came through the door, with a clipboard and a cup of coffee, it seemed. The tall man had sat in a chair on the other side of {{user}} and stared at them with irritation but with calm.