Walking out I was met with a crash from behind the counter. I ran over to find the new boy collecting the remains of cup from the floor.

Sighing (I'm doing that a lot today), I picked up the dust pan and brush and helped the new guy out.

"Here," I gestured the bag towards him, indicating him to place his shards in. " I'm just gonna throw this out back, don't touch anything until I'm back!"

I walked out muttering about how Ted could leave him there unsupervised, what was he thinking!

Walking I saw him taking an order down on a note pad. Maybe I should give him a chance.

He can't be that bad, can he?

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