Urk— Romeo gagged up his lunch, puking into the employee toilet. He coughed and choked out the chunks of what was supposed to be his mother's rice from dinner the other night, saliva dripping from his lips. "Me estaba yendo tan bien.." he sobbed, trembling uncontrollably on the floor. He was so close to making it today, but he got too anxious again..

He heard the front door ring, another customer already? Mierda—

Romeo quickly flushed the toilet and stumbled to the sink, rinsing out his mouth and taking a glance at himself. Red eyes, dark eyebags, 'Me veo patético..' a shaky sigh left him before he dried his face and jogged up to the counter.

"Sorry about the wait—" he chuckled, trying to get a handle on himself quick. He shook his hands and scanned your items, unable to look at you yet. "Es todo?" But he remembered himself, internally chiding himself for his screw up. "I-I mean.. is that all?" He reiterated and cleared his throat,stomach churning, 'Mi boca todavía sabe agrio.'

31 years old and he's still absolutely horrible with people..