The fluorescent bulbs buzzed lazily overhead. The chairs were neatly lined up on each side of the table along with one on each of the shorter ends. The table was going length-wise from the door, and the wall that held the door was made of frosted glass. The door, wood framed and filled with frosted glass at its center, stood slightly ajar. He sat at one end of the table, the one furthest from the door, with his legs resting on the edge of the massive wooden slab. He was reclining in the chair with one hand hanging lazily off the chair and the other preoccupied with his humble string of prayer beads. I'm pretty sure I put up flyers. There should be at least someone here by now, he thought to himself. Maybe no one saw them? Pity. Yeah! What a crying shame, eh? That he didn't think. He quickly lowered his legs from the table and grit his teeth. His hands ran up the sides of his neck and his fingers quickly locked themselves into his dusty blonde hair. Oh shut up you two. Have a little more faith, he thought angrily. He had hoped the flyers about 'Heightening your Spiritual Power Today!' would draw in a bigger crowd, but it was turning out to not have as much appeal as he originally thought. Hopefully someone would come in the next few hours or in the very at least before his rental agreement was up. With a heavy sigh he slipped the beads from his wrist and began counting them, slowly putting his legs back on the table. This time he turned his pale green eyes toward the ceiling, slipping into a daydream.