Al only barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes at Tristram's initial response. "You could have been a customer, or another employee. Your being the only other person present didn't necessarily equal you being Tristram Wells," he pointed out, perhaps foolishly. He was here for an interview and he didn't think sarcasm was a good foot to start off on. Ah well, better to start out in the manner you wish to continue on in.
"Yeah, that's me. Al Potter. Thanks for having me in." See, Al could be polite if he had to be. It wasn't a natural state of being, but he could fake it. For awhile at least. "Nice place you have here." Al was being completely genuine, and couldn't hide his appreciation of the shop. He'd noticed the title that Wells had been reading, though it wasn't familiar. Looked interesting though, and he itched to page through it.
He returned his gaze to Tristram, angling his head down so their eyes met. "So, how do you want this to work?"