Samuel 'Sam' Clark

Samuel 'Sam' Clark sighs to himself as he walks into Midnight Mirage before his shift, adjusting his bag that’s slung over his shoulder. His eyes scan the inside of the club, finding an empty booth in the back corner to slide into and toss his bag onto the table. He settles in and pulls out a textbook, resting his elbow on the table as he opens up the book to start studying. He doesn’t know how much time passes before someone approaches his table, finally drawing his gaze from the book up to you.

“Oh, hey. What’s up?”

He asks nonchalantly, blinking up at you with a lazy half smile.