"So sir... About my friend..."
Donny and the manager sat at a table with a few sheets of paper between them. Donny just finished writing out most that he could, one pile being reserved because of the fact he was homeless. The manager actually had a file specifically for homeless workers; turns out that a few of the other girls were also homeless, though they lived on the upper level of the shop. The manger laced his fingers over each other and looked at Donny. "She sounds like a nice person, but I want to see her myself. I'm sure we can find a place for her here at the cafe, and I'm always willing to take in those who need this job."
The manager's generosity was still so bizarre to Donny. He decided, testing his luck, to ask why. "Sir, if I may ask, why... Why are you so willing to give me a job? Despite... Well, that I'm homeless?" The manager stood up and looked blankly out the window. "Why not?"
Donny wasn't really sure how to respond to that. "Well... I mean... I don't have a home, don't even have a phone, and... Well, I'm not exactly like others..." Donny droned on but the Manager spoke up again. "You know we live in a world where it seems like people don't care about people. To them, one person could die and it won't matter because they don't know them. A thousand people could die and it won't matter because they don't know them. I would like to say I'm not like those people. I was born in a very wealthy family, and this shop is pretty much just for vanity. I don't need the money and I could easily just inherit my dads business and live off of that. But I don't. Because I don't want to. People can be so selfish sometimes, and a lot of people think rich people have to be selfish. Well, I aim to change that. I asked my dad that I wanted to run a cosplay cafe because I am an otaku, and I always wanted to do something likes this. My dad, spoiling me as always, gave me the money to make sure it worked. But just because I have him to thank for starting this shop, that doesn't mean I don't plan to work hard with it. But more importantly, I started this shop up because I saw how bad the city was. Children forced onto the streets and losing their innocence... I wanted to change that. My family was only concerned for themselves and making sure they kept being rich. Me, I want to make the whole city rich. A wishful dream, but I think I have everything I need to make that happen. This cafe is just the start, something on the grassroot level. I want to make this city great, and I want to save people's smiles. We live in a cruel, harsh world, and I want to make it better."
The manager than turned around and clapped. Donny was still very much confused when he was pulled to his feet. "But enough about that! You've done a bit of work now, so I think I'll let you have a break. Thirty minutes, clock out first and when you come back clock right back in! Oh, and take these papers too. For your friend." The manager handed Donny the employee files for the homeless. He almost couldn't believe what he was holding. Clocking out, Donny left the cafe. He had about thirty minutes to find Roxy.