*I saw a guy named Bloomenthal, in the gallery of sweatshirts*
Fancy meeting you here, ey?
Since when do you talk like that?
I’ve always talked like this.
Anyway there’s a dinner party at 9, I don’t mind you attending. Would you like to come?
Umm. No. I have somewhere to be.
I work here. I’m closing tonight.
Oh. Well that’s a shame.
Ok. Have a nice day. Thanks for the invitation.
Do you know who I saw today? At the sweatshirt store?
I saw Jose.
Yes. Jose M.
Working or shopping?
Oh dear. (Accompanied with a look of deep concern)