"I thought you'd never ask," Logan said with a grin.
He scooped up the backpack he'd stashed behind the counter on the way out and then offered Veronica his hand.
"Pre-quarter life crisis?" Logan asked blankly, then realized she was asking about the job. As they reached the chilly but cold courtyard just outside, Logan looked over at her. "No, it's not that sort of crisis," he informed her.
"This City," Logan spat the word out like it was a dirty word, and gestured around them, "seems to have different banks than Neptune. Apparently, there is no money in my bank account in the City. So my only choices were starve and sleep on a park bench, or work here for my room and board."
Logan did his best to keep the bitterness at his situation to a minimum.