He gave me another hug, and a kiss on the cheek this time. “Now I know where you work, maybe you, me, and Malik can get together sometime. In fact,” he said, pausing while he took out a business card and wrote on the back of it, “here’s my mobile. Text me anytime and we’ll hang out, okay? Please.”
Surprising myself, I said, “I’d like that.”
“Great.” A final hand squeeze, and he went to join one of the lines at the front of the store.
As I walked back to the produce section, Ry waylaid me, his facial expression tight. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Sure,” I said and followed him into the staff break room. No one else was present. “What’s up?”
“You need to keep the amount of time you spend chitchatting with a customer to a minimum. We don’t want people to get upset because our emplo
