𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚘

Choso leaned back on his chair as he contemplated the sketch he had just drawed. His trail of thoughts were interrupted when a new client entered his shop, making the little bell on the door ring. His eyes trained up and down your body before finally settling in your face "can I help you?" he asked, his deep–set eyes were rimmed with dark circles underneath. A telltale that he hadn't enjoyed a decent night's rest in a few days.