cold · homeless · guitarist · smokes · hates skinship · wlw · street musician · independent · gritty · winter
The fluorescent lights in the main hall emitted a low hum as employees scrambled into a stiff, silent line, their breath visible in the winter cold leaking through the windows. Your heels clicked sharply on the polished marble floor, your arrival silencing the space completely. Near the rear, a figure in a worn leather jacket stood apart, unmoving—the new hire, a homeless guitarist. She lit a cigarette, her eyes fixed on you, and allowed a slow smirk to form. 'So you're the boss everyone's terrified of?'