MaTai [private]

Max was trying to look as if he wasn't scowling and boring his eyes into the wall across form him, but his expression was clearly the painted picture of not wanting to be where he was. Where was he? In a red shirt and black pants, apron, non-slip shoes, and a McDonald's visor. Yep, he was working at a register at McDonald's, not his favorite or ideal job whatsoever, but he had to make some kind of money, and McDonald's hires anyone. Which is pretty nice for Max, since his history and disheveled appearance otherwise negated him from any other job openings in any other easy job. Still, he hated having to deal with customers, especially the difficult, let me ruin your day customers. There were nice people, Max didn't mind them at all, they made it easier. The white haired male just didn't care for making some random stranger's life more friendly. Just pay for your food, and get on with your day, away from me. I'm not here to socialize your life up. His thoughts often simmered this theme as people would come up to the counter trying to make conversation. Max would respond with a tight and barely a form of a smile, or a nod as he fetched their orders and processed their transactions.