"Yeah well, somehow I suspect you won't have any trouble making some good tips." He shook her hand, "Nice to meet you again Shelly," he'd have to remember that. He was usually pretty good with names and faces, it helped in his former line of work.<br/><br/>He couldn't help peeking a bit as she shimmied out of her street clothes and was left standing there in her bikini. Yeah, she was definitely going to make a fortune. He reined in his eyes as she came back and sat down. Ogling the help was for the customers, he needed to stay on good terms with the girls so drooling like an idiot over them would probably be a bad idea. "Just a guy trying to turn over a new leaf. Spent a few years in Nevada and decided I'd had enough of the desert so I moved here. Pretty girls, perfect weather, seemed like a great place to open up shop."<br/><br/>He sat back and jerked a thumb towards the time clock. "Make sure you clock in, you're in a bikini now so you're on the clock. The customers pay me for the car wash and it's twenty bucks. You get ten an hour and keep all the tips you make. And I don't care how you make'em so long as I don't have the cops banging on my door, capiche? Half hour for lunch when things slow down, breaks when there's no customers. I've got water to keep you hydrated but bring your own lunch, ok?"