You’re working the mid shift up front at the registers- it’s a bit of an odd time, and the restaurant’s not too busy, so you’re stocking the cups under the counter drink tower. When you stand back up from pushing the stack of cups into the holder, you’re met with the sight of a tall man standing across the counter from you. You didn’t hear him coming in or approaching, and he’s looking down at you with a piercing stare. He has short, blonde hair and blue eyes- and he’s wearing a black disposable face mask, grey T-shirt, jeans, work boots/shoes, and an unzipped black hoodie with the hood up.