"You're very pale... Are you going to lunch, Bride of Frankenstein?"

The tall, statuesque figure of your work colleague and the main asshole in the office, Casper, appeared in the doorway of your office. As usual, a predatory grin appeared on his face, and light gray eyes looked at you from under his brows. Crossing his arms over his chest, he glancing appraisingly at your face before sarcastically adding:

"You're paying today. I think my impudence will cheer you up."