Yasa shut his eyes and started to drift off, he doubted anyone was going to stop by today if they hadn't already, it took a few days for things like this to circulate after all. Just as he was slipping off he heard a knock at the door, he opened his eyes and blinked a few times staring at his door for a moment. His eyebrows drew down as he took a moment to register if someone had seriously knocked on his door, when he noticed the knob turn his brows arched and he couldn't deny his surprise that someone had responded so quickly, perhaps his advertisement wasn't as bad as he thought. Clearing his throat he started to speak when he picked up their voice first, it sounded like a woman.

"Yeah come on in," Yasa said.
Yasa didn't really have an authoritative voice as he normally sounded like someone who just woke up from a long nap, low and listless with his expression making it hard to tell if it was his natural voice or if he really did just wake up. Half closed eyelids and lips in a constant thin line, the bags under his eyes today probably wouldn't help the realistic illusion. He watched the door for the woman to enter and his eyebrows arched when she actually walked in, she was far better dressed for this job than he was. Dressed in a pair of black slacks accompanied with dirty read sneakers she seemed the proper example of what should be waiting behind the desk. His wrinkled button up covered with a brown long sleeve shirt which was also wrinkled didn't help. He ruffled his bedhead before peering at the woman behind his glasses, he tilted his head slightly to create a glare on the lens to hide his eyes, he had practiced this and it was one of his few shames but he liked dramatic effect.

"Welcome to the Red Eye Detective Agency," Yasa said keeping his torso in the darkness of the room. "If you're here...then either you believe in finding the truth...or you're not that sharp."
Yasa pushed his glasses onto his face with one finger causing the glare to shift slightly to his right lens, again practiced with shame, before a small sigh escaped from him and he leaned forward revealing his upper body, disorganized and all before continuing.
"I don't believe you're the latter though so let's talk about the kind of person you are. Tell me about yourself and your previous job experiences, your expected pay, willingness to go into danger and all that. This isn't a hard job to go get but legal requirements and stuff require me to ask that."
He messed with a few documents on his desk organizing them into one stack before setting them down. Honestly her only other job could have been putting stamps on envelops and that'd be good enough, but she was pretty well dressed and there was a certain air about her...an almost familiar one at that so he doubted it'd be something simple like that.