"Do you have any experience cooking?" Marco asked me, still smiling. I paused for a moment, unsure what to say.
"No, but I'm very adaptable and quick on my feet," I replied with what I thought was a good answer. Marco nodded and placed his hands on the table.
"Do you know how to make pizzas?" He questioned, his smile never faltering.
"No, but I can learn fast," I answered, returning his smile as best I could.
"How long do you intend to work here?" I noticed that his English was surprisingly good considering his accent.
"I-um, I'm going off to university in about six months," I said, realizing how bad this was going. After the day I'd had, this was definitely not what I needed.
"Oh," was all his said for a moment and he looked like he was struggling to keep the happy smile on his face
