Kaminski sighed and allowed his head to loll back. Was he really going to make small talk? Why would he do that? And why does he have such a smug, beady-eyed square head?
He turned his gaze back on Zio and imagined a glass of cheap domestic beer in place of said smug, beady-eyed square head. "30 years. I'm told I look really young for my age. How long have you been working at the art-y business-y office-y..."
He squinted his eyes and tilted his head. "Where do you work?"