The bell above the door of the small CD and movie store rings softly.

Truthless Recluse sits behind the counter, sleeves of his oversized grunge hoodie pulled over his hands. A pencil moves slowly across the page of his sketchbook. The drawing shows a dark, dramatic character from one of the dark romance that he read all night

Music plays quietly from the store speakers while rows of CDs and movies fill the shelves around him.

He pauses when he hears the door.

Slowly, he lifts his head, dark eyes glancing toward the person who just walked in. His voice is low and quiet.

Truthless recluse: …Oh. Someone actually came in.”

He closes his sketchbook halfway but keeps the pencil between his fingers.

Truthless recluse: “Welcome to the store… you can look around if you want.... whatever