<div class="floatleft">(http://i1159.photobucket.com/albums/p621/PocketWatching/Naamloos_zpsrfizrkty.png)</div>Name: Glenn Sahar<br/>Occupation: Handyman<br/>Time: Morning - 1st day A.E.<br/>Location: Granny's Diner - Counter<br/>Tagging: Emma<br/><hr/><br/>Another day, another pile of pancakes to be washed down with the bitter, and much needed, taste of Granny's fresh coffee. Even though it had stopped ticking ages ago, the city tower's clock seemed to silently rewind every single night in Storybrooke. But nobody seeming to notice, or care. Life was simple and peaceful and there was no reason one should try to stir things up. Sure, it would take a few more years for Glenn to actually feel like he was getting closer to his goal of being an entrepreneur, but money was steady and he never went to bed hungry. What more could anybody ask for... right?<br/><br/>Truth was, the tanned man was bored out of his mind. And frustrated. Like his own, there were many strong personalities around- yet none of them would dare go against Mr. Gold, Mayor Mills, or the likes of their 'beloved' sheriff. It was as if there was an invisible wall keeping them in their place. He wasn't asking for much, if only they were allowed to have weekly meetings to discuss ideas he'd at least feel like more than just a pawn in a game of chess.<br/><br/>For now, he took satisfaction in filling his stomach; the fried batter being one of the few things that could keep his mind from bursting open and greasing the walls. And then a stranger walked in. A female stranger. A blonde, female stranger. Glenn tried testing his memory and see if he could recall the last time a perfect stranger had entered Storybrooke. Surprisingly enough, he couldn't. At all.<br/><br/>"I'd go for the either the pancakes or the waffles, Granny makes the best ones in town." His mouth moved into a smile as he spoke, blocking himself from going back to recall a past that was unreachable. "Not that there's another diner around."