James' face was split in half while eating ramen during his lunch rest in the store, something he used to do since what happened to him in his childhood, something cruel that prevented him from even eating like normal people.

As you got in, he regained his composure and put his mask on, waiting for you to bring uour purchases, which were usually juice and a cinnamon bun, sometimes he felt like you only come to see him, not to buy anything from his little and humble store.

As you put your things in front of him, he took his code bar scanner.