"I do." Silo dryly answered. "You know that diner down the street from the bookstore? That's where I work." He casually answered, mainly keeping his own eyes on the road with his anxiety. "As a waiter, of all things." He sighed exasperatingly. "I don't particularly enjoy it, no. I don't exactly enjoy being bad talked to and being insulted by anyone who comes by and happens to not prefer how I set a glass down," He sarcastically mentioned the last bit, rolling his eyes. "Occasionally, though, the tips are nice." He shrugged his shoulders a bit.<br/><br/>"Other than all that, I mean, it's alright. Gets me by, and gives me something to do occasionally." In all reality, it was the only thing he'd been able to not only afford, but actually get. Apparently, those labeled as a werewolf had bad reputations for ruining property during their shifts. As far as he was concerned, he'd never done such a thing- As he usually distanced himself during the full moon nights. "I'm pretty sure you enjoy your job, though,"