He waves off her concern. "Don't worry about it. Here, come sit - what'll you have?"

Gabriel sets the broom aside so he can pop behind the counter again. It's a job that's kept him busy, at least, between learning a new skill and then working in a fairly busy location. It's helped, and now he can start school in the fall with a bit more in his pocket. If he wants to go back at all. He supposes he'll have to sort that decision soon.

"Theresa, d'you mind if I ask - what do you do here?"