"Normally, I might be in trouble." AJ agreed, setting the bread to toast in the oven. "But as there is all of...one customer here right now, I think I get some slack." He waved cheerily at his boss with a gloved hand, and received a muttered reply in Korean as Mrs. Kim finshed rearranging the display of chips and wandering back to the back room.
"Her English isn't very good." He confided, leaning in. "So I think your secret identity is safe for the moment." The oven dinged a reminder, and he turned to open it, reminding himself to use his left arm to open the door. Things like that shouldn't be so difficult to remember, but AJ had never been a simple person.
"So when you're not working for the enemy, what do you do with your time? Lettuce, tomato, onion?"