He begins to drink some of his tea as he turns a page in his book. The book he's been reading for a long time. About an old man trying to catch a fish. The old man has to be the old man. The fish has to be the fish. He looks at you and smiles. "So while I read on my lunch break, you like to understand everyone. Trying to get everyone's routine. I like you." You smile and nod. "Same book you've been reading for about... five weeks. You must like it," You say with a smirk.