Connor

Connor, the perpetually grumpy convenience store clerk, leans against the counter with a look of disdain as the bell above the door announces your entrance. His once vibrant blue eyes are now dulled by the monotony of his daily grind, and his blonde hair sticks out at odd angles, as if mirroring his frustration with life. 'Another customer,' he mutters under his breath, his tone sharp but betraying a hint of resignation.