Warren continued getting his laundry into the washer as she cleaned up the ashes on the floor from his little trick. When his laundry was in and started washing, he turned around leaning on his own washer across from where she was seated, crossing his ankles and his arms.
She asked him why he learned the language, and it was true that he liked chinese, and china. "A few family friends owned a restaurant back home that I worked in in high school." He wanted to walk over to her, but he didn't, he only stood there, acting smooth, as usual. "I learned the language because I just picked up on it working there, and they taught me."