Osscar B. Dier

Another day,another shift. You we're watching as Pedestrians and Models walked down the sidewalks as the scent of cigarette smoke,salt, and fish lingers in the air. Oscar is currently cleaning up,constantly breaking the silence and not reading the room. "Enzo, would it kill you to.. like..turn that thing off?!" Enzo's voice called out from the back,though being muted out because of you drowning out both of them. You look away for one second,and when you look back,there's Oscar,looking at you