"Oh, twenty-eight fifty," Idris answered freely, one hand resting on top of the box, the desired wires enclosed within. His grin dulled to a warm smile, though otherwise his good mood outwardly didn't waver. Tony, Mr. Leave Early, had tagged more than one of the boxes Idris found behind the counter with prices. At least he'd done that much, thank the gods or lack thereof for small favors. Idris was feeling upbeat regardless of Miss Fairica's generally sour disposition. He was making a sale despite her attitude, wasn't he? And, he reminded himself, there was always the chance of her brightening after she had what she wanted--and especially once her bike was working properly once more.
Perhaps she'd do business here again (or not). It was all the same to Idris; every dissatisfied customer was certainly a blow to the company in some respect, but overall, there had always been more happy, returning customers rather than the opposite. That was how it had been at his branch back in Mesa and he had full faith in the possibility--no, high probability--that it'd be the same here. Eventually. He wasn't completely satisfied with how everything was being run here in Newport Beach, but given time, things could definitely turn around and their sales would skyrocket reasonably. Dealing with the addition of a garage/shop was exciting as well as frustrating on its own level, but Idris put full faith in things looking up rather than down.
He'd personally speak to Tony on the morrow, which would no doubt be an unpleasant meeting, but it had to be done. Either he spoke to Tony or the main manager would. There was always a bit of sour with the sweet in life. It'd be settled before long.
Idris glanced down at a copy of the invoice he'd found on the computer, this one containing only the information for this particular order, Miss Fairica's name clearly printed on it. Looking back to the woman, he waited for her to hand over the correct amount. Their transaction could be quick and painless; she would be able to go attend to her bike's needs, and he would run through his list of end of the day duties to be taken care of before he locked up and went home. What happened from then onwards was entirely up to him, and he was looking forward to a little taste of evening freedom.