It was a bloody exciting but normal look night when I first met Walter, whom gives me the first impression of a deadly old man with a crunchy voice :P, kidding, he looks alright, apparently normal though his top hair has gone half.

 

As tall as a totum, plain face and huge chin. The slim young man started with an no-typical Aussie accent, however later I might fiind that he has an Eurpoean originality, but the accent isn't strong enough to be Aussie honestly, and the spot-on is that he managed to prounce my name just as soon as I told him, unlike normally I'l have to tutor most of people who are so kindly wishing to know my name but give up eventually.

 

He's one of those gangs everybody will love to talk to, their kindness just naturally flatter out, like him.

 

He couldn't quite get his head around the business we're doing, like calculating, drive-offs even price change, but I like him more than some others whom does well. Who cares, I'm not the boss, I'm trying my best to keep the shop running ;)

Till now, he's much better than before.

 

He didn't really talk a lot about himself untill recent weeks, before that we just had so much fun talking about something I can not even remember now, but for sure it's got to be something related to our shop, to the diary or the people whom are around us.

 

Walter has the ability to recognise whether a guy is on his own side or not, which becomes real difficult for me. He told me a lot about guys that I havent' had a chance or probably will never have a chance to meet. And he is not afarid of expressing his good graces or dislike, honestly only because of that, I would call him a brave man, a man that of his words.

 

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