"What you gunna do next? Like after here?" One of the regulars asked Marc, he was curious, but also often asked Marc questions that he didn't answer. Probing, direct.
The guy told him once, "My family says I'm too honest, other people just call me a Dick." Then he erupted with laughter.
Marc hadn't thought about what was next, he felt more like this was it, like he could just keep doing this.
"Next, like after I die?" Marc joked. Understanding what the guy meant. "I bet there's a
Bloomingfoods
up there that needs some help you know." He smiled at this, trying to mean that he was done talking.
"No I was saying after you work here. Now don't get me wrong, you just seem like your bigger than this place. I don't know just your not supposed to just stay here."
"Ah, no I know what you mean." Marc didn't want to answer, but also didn't want to be impolite. There wasn't a line, he was just washing the surfaces.
"I mean I guess we'll see what life brings me, you know, I am not sure, I just, you know its always hard to plan."
"But like what do you want to do?"
Marc looked around, worried he wouldn't leave until he got a satisfying answer.
"I am not sure, maybe could manage you know, have my own store, but man to be honest I am not in a hurry."
Marc touched his face he could feel the bristles coming back.
"Not in a hurry is a good place to be." The man said.
