Carmen lets out a long breath before sliding the last five pounds of chicken breast into a cellophane bag and handing it over to the last customer of the night. "Here you go, ma'am."

He takes a handtowel to wipe the meat juice off his fingers, wiping a bead of sweat off his forehead as well. He takes a second to glance over at you.

"...You want me to stay during closing with you?"