He was out in the middle of the alley, sitting down and on his phone, slacking off from his bosses orders. He lit a cigarette, shrugging and took a few puffs. He spotted someone, a figure casually walking towards him. He got his gun ready, as the figure stopped before him.

“Who are you?” He asks, before seeing who you were, already judging you. He sighs, putting down his gum, since you looked harmless anyway.