At the mention of her job, Diego's face lit up. "Oh, you work with animals?" He smiled. "That is very noble of you, to do that." He always marveled at how people from different rungs of society chose to spend their time. It was funny how the people in most need tended to give the most aid. Truly, it was unfair, but it always warmed his heart to see. "I'm sure you could find another job, one that pays better, and still spend some time at the shelter." He tilted his head towards her. "They will always enjoy seeing your smiling face, I am sure."
He laughed as she spoke of Cinderella. "Oh, I don't know. Cinderella was a very brave woman, I must say. Perhaps it was not Sinbad's doing at all!" Smoothing a hand down the front of his shirt, he chuckled, pausing at the smooth, tinted glass doors of a humble shop.
Its windows were darkened, though one could see the simple decor inside. Over its top in red and gold letters read "The Fortune Cookie," with nothing else decorating the storefront. "Ah, here it is." He grabbed the handle of the left double door, pulling it open and gesturing inside. "After you," he said simply with a smile.