Travis looked at TJ, with an amused smile. "Downstairs, the coffee shop, morning hours, part-time, any of that rings a bell?" he asked.
Doug snorted. "You probably lost him at the morning hours."
"Of course I did," Travis answered, chuckling. "It doesn't matter, though. Our hours will be all over the place, so if you want to check out that bartending job, then go for it. We'll figure out the hours and how to deal with the car. Transportation at night sucks, but whoever ends earlier can take the car and pick up the other. We also have to figure out how to do training, especially with Doug working days. I'll come with you tomorrow."
"I think I can go to work by myself. I stopped having a babysitter when Dad left the White House," Doug answered.
"I know, but we'll check out different routes, different buses and subways, figure out problematic spots," he said, "and we can come earlier and TJ can check out this place of his."