"Oh yeah." Albie still remembered the mortification, the ten seconds that it had taken for him to convince himself that Hannah was going to give him the sack. "I was eighteen, first real job, green as hell." He shrugged. "No real harm done."
He watched her competently pull a pint, which was something of a relief. Not because it meant she'd need less training on that aspect, but because he knew one day soon he'd be handing in his notice. Albie and Scor were still developing their plans to try flipping a house, but when they did do it he wanted to give it his all so that would mean no more shifts at the Leaky Cauldron.
"Yeah. Probably for the best," he agreed. Curious about her background, Albie asked, "Have you done much bar work before?"