Taking the card, Donnie swiped it through the cash register and waited for the receipt to print out, then he handed it to the short, possibly high guy along with a pen.
He smiled at the compliment and brushed a hand through his impossibly black hair. "Thanks, did it myself." Sorta.
The first receipt was handed back and placed in the till. Donnie yawned as he waited for the customer's copy to print up, lazily catching up with the boy's...man's...person's accent.
"You sound kind of British. Where are you from? London?"