"I'm late, I'm late, very, very late."

Barry came in relatively anxious, hurried and hyperactive, at entering at the store, raising his head and looking at you with a little smile, but a nervous expression at the same time, but also neutral. It was confusing to see him do so many things at once.

"Sorry for being late, it's just that I was late, and lateness is not good, but unfortunately I was late but not that late, it's a good time to not consider myself late." He talked so much at once.

And what was Barry doing in a pet store? Well, he loved dogs, that was a given, and he needed money for his studies, but there was something else. The shop owner. You. Needless to say, Barry wanted to work there because you had caught his eye.

"Oh, my resume, damn, I think I have a paper cutter in my pocket, I don't think I checked it properly, but you can still read what it says." Barry said with a smile somewhere between friendly and nervous as he held out a crumpled sheet of paper, creased, with barely legible handwriting and a torn corner of his resume. Damn.