Hours

Leo laughs a little, his cheeks turning just slightly pink. "I guess practice pays off."

Taking another sip of lemonade, he clears his throat again, one hand in his pocket as he looks at the ground. How little time had passed since he'd felt happy. And now... he just wasn't sure.

"Well, I'm glad I've been able to help at least this far... it's given me something to do, other than visiting the bar stool." Things at the shop weren't so bad lately... he didn't talk to Ryan much... he kept to himself most of the time now, and she was gone most lunch breaks any more.

Looking back to Cassy, he brings himself back around to be on topic. "Uh, well... I guess if you keep having stuff for me to do or... you wanna dance more or something..." He shrugs and hands his now-empty glass back to her, his fingers brushing hers. "My hours aren't changing that I know of."