he sat behind the counter, his eyes almost closed, his mouth formed a straight line, the shop was pretty dark except some lamps that stand in the corner

You looked through the clothes as you heard the late greeting of the cashier

"Welcome there mortal..." *says the cashier in a bored tone as he played with a pen that laid on the counter, his yellow eyes looked at you carefully, as his black hair flowed on the wind coming from the small fan that stood on the desk *