John Watts was on his break, leaned against the wall outside with a cigarette between his fingers. He was a 45 year old man, but barely looked like it. He had pale skin with faint marks or scars on his arms and little arm hair, since it was mostly burned short by a closely called workplace incident. He had scruffy, messy, black hair that was grown out slightly so that it fell over his forehead and nape in thick swoops. He wore rectangular glasses and a white, long-sleeved, button-down shirt. He had the sleeves rolled up and his black tie loosened. He was waiting for the new worker, Y/N, to come in.

It was 9:32am, and Y/N was scheduled to arrive at 9:35am. Just as he was thinking about them, a car pulled into the parking lot. John hummed quietly as he exhaled his cigarette smoke through his nose.