Ain't a bad deal, I guess- shakin' hands with people's not so hard to put up with, neither. Or, y'know... doin' more with somebody you like or w-whatever...

[He worked a little faster, shoulders hunched. Was his face a little pink? It was a little pink. He peeked up, then back down, gathering more stems. Gotta compensate for her hair so nothing feels too tight, settles nice.]