Eddie couldn't quite hold back a wince for the cashier, knowing all too well the sweet little old ladies who invited him to their house for tea on at least a daily basis. He always felt bad turning them down, but felt even worse the one time he had agreed out of sympathy and then couldn't go because he'd been called into work. "Registers are mostly all the same," he said. "the concept does not change, but from company to company the little details can change drastically, and it gets a bit confusing when you first start out."
Back in school Eddie had been a bit on the skinny side with much shorter hair, and he'd always kept himself clean-shaven. Now, seven years later though, he'd built himself up pretty darn well and he'd not only grown out his hair a bit but he'd let some facial hair grow in. So far the ladies seemed to like it, but he did look very different (although no less handsome!)
"I've been out of town, so to speak. Things are going well enough for me," he said, and if you didn't know that his sister was sick and that all was not well, you would have never been able to tell by how smoothly he responded. He smiled. "It is not I who owns my cat, but rather, my cat who owns me. She absolutely demanded that I restock her food supply today. Is all going well for you?"