Carrio gave the other a slight look, with an eyebrow raised. “I make about twelve bucks an hour. I’m probably going to get a raise, soon. It’s been thrown about, I’m just being humble.” Carrio scooped to stoop at the opposite shelf and fixed around a couple books.
"That's about as much as I make as a bartender. I might have to get a job here, and maybe I'll finally get some peace and quiet." Indra said, flirting subtly (and hopefully non-intrusively).
Carrio glanced over at Indra. “If you mean it, you could get a job here. You’d have to deal with the occasional person or two, though.” He continued rubbing dust off of the book spines once he finished resorting.
"Why not." Indra responded. "When do I atart? I want to make sure to quit my job at the bar before."
“You can start whenever you’d like. I don’t have to bring it up with anyone, except I’ll have to inform the Board, which won’t take long. Just tell me whenever you quit your bar-job and you’re in.”
Immediately, Indra takes out his phone. He slips off a glove, and starts to punch out a text message. As soon as he puts it away, and slips his glove back on, his ringtone (Centuries - Fall Out Boi) starts up. He grins, snapping out his phone and putting it to his ear, mouthing a quick "Sorry." to the bookkeeper.
Carrio gestured outside. “Phone calls outside, please.” He whispered this before turning back to his precious books.
"I'm going." He assured, leaving the library temporarily. His boss called to ensure that he had really asked to quit.
He assured.
"We'll send you your last check." The guy said, flatly. Indra felt the same way. He was actually rather fed up with the assholes thst frequented his workplace, and while his co-workers were nothing to scoff at, to him, none were very notable.
He headed back in.
"That was brief." He acknowledged.
Carrio looked back at him. “Then if you’re willing I can walk you through today and notify the Board. They’ll have your checks in rolling soon.”
"Let's go then." Indra said, a rare smile crossing his face. He sheathed his phone again.
Carrio turned to Indra. “I’m Carrio. I’ll be your superattendant and advisor.” He stuck out his hand for the other to shake.
"I'm Indra, some people just call me Brenton." He introduced himself, taking the other's hand, and shaking it firmly.
For a skinny person, Carrio had a firm, powerful grip. “Right. Now you probably know how libraries are sorted out into their fiction sections, unfortunately, not a lot of people know about the non-fiction. So we’ll run through that once more…” Carrio lead the other through the DDS and gave him a sweep of the copying machine, a go at the computer, and dusting of the books.
Indra watched and listened intently. He made sure not to miss a beat.
"What are the hours here?" He asked.
“We usually run newbies 8:30 to 5.” Carrio pocketed the back room’s keys again with a swift movement.
"Hey," Indra suggested. "What do you say we go get a cup of Joe after this?" He finished. Indra (This time at least.) wasn't flirting, as he was earlier, and instead was making a legitimate suggestion, despite the fact that Carrio didn't look like the type of guy to open up. But then again, neither did he.
Carrio gave a slight shrug. “My shift ends at ten. You could wait here with me until then.” Exactly proving Indra’s point with reluctance to open up.
(In Trapaholics voice: Damn son, where'd you find this?)
"Sure." Indra said, going through books. He found something of interest, and sat down.
(Time skip or no?)
(Yes let’s skip it)
(Coffee shop?)
(Yep)
Cool.
Emi-sama?
Howdy
(Shall I start the scene?)