I’m way behind on projections now because of you.” Rafael scowled at me. “On top of that, I’m now short-staffed. You took my best bartender, and I’m assuming you won’t be back to work your shift tonight either,” he complained. I laughed. “You know Raf, everyone says you’re a little dim, but I don’t see it. You’re sharp as a tack if you ask me.” “No one says I’m dim, asshole.”
