He took a drag of his cigarette and stared down at you. He was over 6 feet tall, so you had to stand on your toes to make yourself feel less awkward.

“What do you want?” His voice sounded tired and irritated. His eyes had heavy dark bags underneath and his short black hair was very messy. “It’s seven in the morning.”

He leaned on the doorframe and glared at you. Despite never seeing you around here before, he still didn’t mind treating you with no manners.