John sat in his office space alone, a flat look on his marred face as he daydreamed about the rough sole survivor that recently entered his town, less than impure thoughts running through his head.

He tapped his pen against his desk lazily, but sudden and heavy footsteps made him flinch and blink himself back to reality. John shifted on his seat, mentally preparing himself to talk to someone with only the survivor on his mind.

A firm knock echoed in John's office, and after clearing his throat he rasped "Come in.", secretly hoping it's the survivor.