Her excuse earned her an eye roll, nothing more. It wasn't something he didn't know the feeling of, not that he had ever went so far as to sell cigarettes to a homeless guy. However, he wasn't in any mood to excuse someone who was still a stranger to him. "I'm not going to write for you!" He sighed again, and leaned back in his chair. "I'm going to give you a topic, you're going to write, and I'm going to tell you that it's terrible and you need to do it again until you get it right."
Takeo pulled out a notebook and a pen for himself, expecting her to have her own paper with her. "Now get out something to write on and with, and let's get started. I don't have all day." They were already behind, after all.