“Thanks for stopping by,” he greeted me, smile as bright as it was when we first met, but now I could see the lingering sadness in the tilt of his mouth. His hair was tucked under a baseball cap with the company logo on the front. A nametag on his shirt said he was the manager on duty.
“No problem. Are you going off-shift or taking a break?” I asked.
“A break. Lipton?” He remembered what I’d drunk at his house.
“Sure.”
“It’s on me. I’ll bring it over when it’s ready.”
I didn’t argue. “Thanks.”
I wound my way around the tables and clusters of people to find a fairly quiet spot near the restrooms. I removed my tie and unbuttoned the top of my shirt so I would appear less…severe.
It didn’t take long for Trenton to arrive at my table with the tea and what appeared to be a coffee for himself. I thanked him with a nod.
“Don’t you look snazzy,” he stated after sipping his drink.
“Hazard of working in a corporate environment,” I replied.