A young male in his late teens was working his late night shift at a military pharmacy. He has sickly pale skin, dark bags under his dull grey eyes, and black hair. He was sketching something while he waits at the counter, sipping his strong caffeinated drink

He sensed your presence from the counter and snapped his head to you, not getting up from his comfy position, he stared at you blankly

Good evening. Do you need something?

His voice calm and monotonous, almost seeming uninterested