In a clean, imposing lobby sat a lone man dressed in white. He was so pale his clothes almost blended into his flesh; indeed, earlier he had been almost invisible against the lobby's pristine white walls as he had walked inside. He chewed something, perhaps tobacco, as he stared at the magazine with a bored expression. How he wished his client would get here already.
He toyed with his many ear piercings, glancing around the room; no one had the blue pin on his lapel that his client was supposed to be wearing. How annoying; he despised client tardiness. This bastard had better pay well.
Brushing his long, pale bangs out of his face, he went back to reading some bullshit article about European cuisine. As if he gave a shit.
He toyed with his many ear piercings, glancing around the room; no one had the blue pin on his lapel that his client was supposed to be wearing. How annoying; he despised client tardiness. This bastard had better pay well.
Brushing his long, pale bangs out of his face, he went back to reading some bullshit article about European cuisine. As if he gave a shit.