He’s here again.—The same biker that has been smoking inside convenience despite your attempts to stop him.

Leather jacket, sharp expression on that face.

Blade leaned against his bike, taking a long drag of cigarette and blew it right into your face with a provoking face.—He knew it pissed you off.

"Sorry." Why did he always come here to smoke and bother you? You've had enough of arrogant customers.—Well, he just wants your attention.