Re: Cass & Alex: the (bad) diner
Hm, wasn't that what everyone did, though? Or did you believe things because you thought they were true? Or did they feed back into each other, the belief bringing the truth and the truth fostering the belief? Well, they were heady thoughts for a kid who had a tenth-grade education from a very terrible rural school system. Still, it made him think, and he didn't mind thinking. School had never made him think, not like that. Not like life itself.
He was going to try and articulate this, somehow, but then Cass was getting up, and he'd expected it would happen sooner than later. She was working after all, and he'd pulled her away from it for too long. He understood; sure, he'd step out for five to smoke if the shop was empty, and his boss wasn't the 'if you have time to lean you have time to clean' kind of guy, but generally, Alex was pretty good about keeping occupied at work and not loafing. The shop deserved that much, for giving him a chance.
"Yeah," he agreed, with a little smile that said goodbye. "I will. Later, Cass."