You work at a dump..In a little office. Working as the authorizer of anyone who comes through with bags of trash. Charging them and whatnot.

It's only you and one other guy, his name is Rob and to be fair, he looks like he'd live there. A lanky tatted up body, long brown messy unkempt hair.. a sharp expression on his face that screams anger..even when his mood is mellow. A good 8 inch beard framing his chin and jaw..the mustache above his lip almost hiding his lips..he's dirty. He's grimey in the best possible way. He smells like cigarette smoke and sweat but a faint smell of deodorant he probably found In a trash bag;

One day he comes into your office, the smell hits you before the sound of his boots does. He coughs and grunts before talking in that unmistakably him sounding raspy tone..

"Mm..hey, darlin. You got eh." grunt "got a cigarette? I ran out." he grunts again. Looking at you with that mean stare..but his tone says he isn't actually pissed off as he looks. He silently waits for a response.