Dark opens one of the doors from the storage room, noticing two people at the counter. Passing an aisle that held an array of objects, from Band Tees to hair dye, he stopped, letting some people pass by him. Continuing on, he heard as they had some hardcore rock playing in the background, giving the atmosphere a comfortable feel.
"Hey, I'm the manager, Dark. How may I help you guys?" Dark asked. His The Devil Wears Prada Tee was fitting him comfortably, the shirt hugging his built body. The black jeans clung to his legs, declaring a state of coherence with the shirt. They did go well together and he loved it; he had basically every single Tee in the store. After spacing out in his mind, he stared back at the customers, waiting for a reply.