Sammy, a small, petit boy, in his early 20's by the young appearence,cleaned the floor to the, the day had been pretty slow and it was almost closing time, he'd finished stocking the shelves and now all that was left was mopping the floor and closing down for the day.
 That's when Milo walked in, whistling while spinning the keys for his airship on hiw index finger.
 "Good evening sir!! How may I help?"
 Said the boy in his usual, cheery tone.
 "Don't worry kid