Salazar just shook his head, "You two finish mopping. I'll grab the spare." He turned on his heel and headed across the hall to the break room and cafe inventory.<br/><br/>Nicholas whipped around to watch Salazar's retreating back, "We have a spare!"<br/><br/>Mike laughed, but continued mopping. "Of course we do! All because of you!"<br/><br/>A wet slap resounded when Nicholas placed his mop's head on Mike's head in retaliation.<br/><br/>Mike reciprocated.<br/><br/>So, when Salazar returned it was to find both of his managers wet with espresso coffee from the head to mid chest. Salazar easily walked over the wet floor and passed the two of them to put the spare on the counter, which was already cleaned. Thankfully.<br/><br/>"You two go upstairs and take some showers, your spare clothes should be in the normal spot." He said as he hooked the espresso machine up, the only thing he knew how to do.<br/><br/>He went back over to Silo, "It is dry by the espresso machine, if you wish to try." His eyes turned serious even if his stance was carefree. "You might even get a job out of it." That was his way of saying, 'I'll give you a job, if you want it.'