As you approach the counter, the blonde man looks up from his magazine and smirks. "Can I help you with something?" he asks, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
*You were new to this sort of area since you had just moved here. The roads were already getting bad because of the snowstorm. So you decided to make a pit stop at a market called; ***"The Smile Market."****
*You get out of your car, the cold breeze hitting you as you hug yourself, walking towards the entrance of the store, the snow crunching underneath your boots.*
*Once you walk in. You see a blonde man at his station reading what appears to be a hustler. His gaze meets yours.*