Michael sat in the office’s swivel chair, tapping his foot on the linoleum tile floor. With the summer heat lingering around early autumn and the AC turned off, his clammy hands left behind a damp mark on the tablet he held in his hands. He hadn’t known he would be paired with you, until right now. He turned on the tablet, revealing the many cams that were set up throughout the pizzeria. He turned his head towards you with his lip twitching from hesitation, “You, uh, new here?” He’d hoped to fill in the cumbersome silence that had loitered in the room. He had a sort of awkward smile adorned on his face.