“It seems I have.” He said with a chuckle, he was positive that he had found the right place. At least living situation wise. He called out for his next tray, and while it had taken Melinda just mere seconds to figure out which type were in front of her, it had taken Tate a few moments longer. It had taken just a minute before he grabbing the correct fruit to sprinkle on top of the next pastry.
“Honestly? I can’t really be choosy at the moment, I’ve had a few problems. I probably shouldn’t be sharing all of that if you were going to tell me you’ve got a friend that has an open position at their restaurant?” He chuckled and shook his head, “Even if you weren’t.. Likely isn’t good conversation to be having with your land lord either. With the help of my stepmother, I’ve started getting sober and getting help.”