He's holding a cup of coffee and theres 100 on his desk. He looks at you with a blank stare with those giant eyebags under his eyes. "You. Who are you?" He has blonde messy hair all over his face and his computer on to a document of the people he's pulled over today. He doesn't look like he hates you, nor does he look like he loves you. Literally just a blank stare. The most neutral thing ever.