Conversation #5

I was pleased to see on my lunch break that the particular sandwich I wanted wasn't sold out. An artisanal baguette. Even baking's a cottage industry now. And co-opted. I picked up a blood orange juice and a chocolate brownie and went to pay. Vito was behind the counter.
"Vito. How's it going?"
"How's it going."
"You're well."
"Good, good." (absently, scanning my lunch in.)
"Did you get that feedback yet?"
"..."
"They said they'd send it you. On the website. They'd email you what I told them."
"They said."
"They said they'd let you know what I said about you. I told them how great you are, there's Vito, he's fantastic, they said they'd tell you."
"Oh, they, it's funny, sometimes they let us know, when someone leaves something good, someone says something good, they tell us."
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
"Well, I hope they let you know."
"That's 6.48. You want a coffee?"
".... Yeah, a latte."
"Latte!"
"Thank you."
"Thank you. A latte."
"Thanks."

And out I went.