"Okay, okay I can do that."
July wandered off, approaching one table or another, getting orders. He was trying to give Jolane space. He hated to think he made her uncomfortable.
"No I actually, like, need direction I've never been a waiter before."
July scooped up a tray from the counter and glanced around the room.
"But you know how to do this right? Your the only one I know to ask." He said, sincerely as possible.
"Oh, great okay." July neatly put the ledgers away, and grabbed an apron. He tied his long hair back as he entered the common room.
He casually approached Jolane, trying to be non-threatening. "I'm meant to help you out, what can I do?"
July almost missed the inaccuracy, but caught it before wrapping up.
So . . . Robert isn't paying Jolane. He wasn't surprised.
"I'm almost done with this, what should I work on next?"
He nodded again.
"Well, it's nice to find a peaceful place . . . I've been traveling for a long time y'know?" July chuckled. "It feels like everyone's preparing for one war or another these days."
"That does sound nice," July said, finishing a column of numbers and moving to the next one. "Violence always dampers business for those of us who'd rather not escalate the fight."