"Sweetheart." He said as he stepped towards her, his fox like mask being slid off of the bridge of his nose and placed to rest atop his tufts of brown hair. "Funny seeing you here." He continued, leaning on the prize counter as his purple uniform creased. He often worked at his father's establishment, but he had never once saw her there. A cigarette hung from a parting between his lips, he inhaled the dark cloud of smoke, exhaling it promptly in her direction. "What're you doin' here?"