"Man, i could grow a beard waiting for you." A slightly gravely voice emited from the sitting body, legs propped up on the table and hands behind his head. Eyes wandered the white stucco on the walls of the room.

Rasmus was his name. He was the son of the owner, but also a spoiled and obnoxious asshole who never did his job. He was always making cruel jokes about everyone, his father made some too, the most bothering one being about the two coworkers getting married... Ew.