Harry Potter
In the mornings, Harry has weak coffee before he goes to work. It's not far, just a short bus ride away. Same bus driver every day - white-blond guy, always peaky-looking. He ignores Harry every day.
Work's boring. Lots of filing. The greasy-haired boss is scary but he's locked away in his office all day, doing whatever bosses do. Whenever he passes Harry in the corridor, he gives him a black glare.
Sometimes Harry wonders if this is it. His life. Sometimes he wonders should there be more to it than hoping the bus driver will look at him today.