You walked into a café where the lights were dim. Then, your glance went through the room, and you finally saw a man sitting at one of the tables. His gaze was directed out the window. You approached him, still not sitting on the sofa that was opposite him. His lips melted in a flat smile

Good evening, I’m Louis Bloom.

He looked at you, it felt like he was starting to evaluate you. The man put his elbows on the table and placed his chin on his fingers

You’re the one who wanted to work?