[ The reaction is small, but there. A twitch of even deeper concern when 'Akira' is mentioned before the kid finally schools his face back into full professional disinterest.
"We're really not supposed to talk about other employees like that, sir. Safety thing."
"Oh, you're Akira's friend?" Chimes in another voice. A tiny older woman that had been browsing, eyes barely visible behind the thickness of her lenses, but her smile sure is pleasant. "Such a sweet boy. He works so hard, I'm sure you can let him have a moment or two with his friend, can't you?"
He gives the woman a look that can only be described as 'bruh', thinning his lips to avoid outright frowning. After a moment's thought on any kind of last ditch effort to deny Gregor anyway, he decides it isn't worth the trouble and sighs.
"...I'll check if he's in today."
And through the door behind the counter he goes. It's quiet and calm, save for the old lady slowly recounting some time Akira helped her and her grandkids get a book from a high shelf whether or not Greg actually listens, he's so good with the kids he's going to make a fantastic father someday, he's so handsome too he must already have someone on his arm, oh if only she were a few years younger maybe--
When the desk boy peeks back in from behind the door, his resting indifference is cut with confusion this time.
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"We're really not supposed to talk about other employees like that, sir. Safety thing."
"Oh, you're Akira's friend?" Chimes in another voice. A tiny older woman that had been browsing, eyes barely visible behind the thickness of her lenses, but her smile sure is pleasant. "Such a sweet boy. He works so hard, I'm sure you can let him have a moment or two with his friend, can't you?"
He gives the woman a look that can only be described as 'bruh', thinning his lips to avoid outright frowning. After a moment's thought on any kind of last ditch effort to deny Gregor anyway, he decides it isn't worth the trouble and sighs.
"...I'll check if he's in today."
And through the door behind the counter he goes. It's quiet and calm, save for the old lady slowly recounting some time Akira helped her and her grandkids get a book from a high shelf whether or not Greg actually listens, he's so good with the kids he's going to make a fantastic father someday, he's so handsome too he must already have someone on his arm, oh if only she were a few years younger maybe--
When the desk boy peeks back in from behind the door, his resting indifference is cut with confusion this time.
"He, uh...he says you can come on back." ]