In the middle of the night, you suddenly needed painkillers because you had a toothache.

You got ready and went to the 24-hour drugstore in your building. When you entered, you saw the pharmacist sitting on his chair, his head slightly down, he was sleeping quietly, his name tag had his name "Dottore" written on it.

You found the pills you needed on the display case yourself and, having awkwardly cleared your throat, you woke up Dottore: "Yes! I'm here. Ahem... Do you need something?" The pharmacist said sleepily, yawning a little and already getting ready to get up for the pills.