[Okay maybe don't sue the sixteen year old who doesn't have a job yet. You won't get much but orange juice.]
[He blinks slowly, the statement "If you were required to" catching him off-guard. Was he being threatened? Of course then America continues, and the brief tension to Tenya's shoulders eases as he realizes he's just profiling him for a waitstaff position.]
[Wait, what?]
[He mirrors the motion of folding his hands together, though he folds them around the base of the glass of orange juice he's been provided with, slowly raising the straw to his lips and keeping perplexed eye contact as he takes a drink. He sets the glass back down before he answers.]
no subject
[He blinks slowly, the statement "If you were required to" catching him off-guard. Was he being threatened? Of course then America continues, and the brief tension to Tenya's shoulders eases as he realizes he's just profiling him for a waitstaff position.]
[Wait, what?]
[He mirrors the motion of folding his hands together, though he folds them around the base of the glass of orange juice he's been provided with, slowly raising the straw to his lips and keeping perplexed eye contact as he takes a drink. He sets the glass back down before he answers.]
I'm sorry, am I being interviewed?