“Happy to help.”
“Maybe I can knock a bit off.”
I hand over the envelope of cash and he insists on returning a hundred dollar bill. A few of the other staff have arrived now. Dean waves two young kids over and introduces them to us as his walk-around actors. The girl is stretching her arm across her chest, hyperextending her elbow. She shakes Darren’s hand like that, still limbering up. The guy doesn’t stop his lunges during our conversation. Darren’s one of the best walk-arounds we’ve had but I’ve never seen him so much as loosen a hamstring.
The kitchen timers start beeping – the pizza dough’s defrosted enough to roll. Dean excuses himself to open the store but tells us to stick around, check out the performance.
There are three birthday parties right away and it’s strange to be here
