Saturday is Diego's first day of work. His shift starts at 2:30 so he decides to spend the half hour before he has to clock in, at my workplace doing nothing in particular. I'm working the register and he's standing around, loitering if you want to be technical. "Why don't you buy a book or something?" I ask.
He scoffs as he looks at me. "Do I look like I read?" he asks.
"You look like you should," I mumble, earning an eye roll from him. "And get off the counter." He stands up before resting against it.
"Guess what I'd rather be doing right now?" he prompts me as he looks around the store.
"What?" I reply, unsure of what he's going to say.
"Anything..." he answers. "Literally anything."
"I can think of a few things you wouldn't want to be doing..." I mutter and he turns to look at me
