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Luca shrugged, rocking back on his heels before settling on his feet. “So you’re the only one here?” He’d stopped by looking for Nola and trying to get a feel for the place. There were a few people who worked there who would know him by face and the family he was associated with, others like the kid in front of him, didn’t. “How about the tour. Paper and I aren’t friends.” He waved his phone in the air, “I could check it out online. Got a website or are you still stuck in the eighties around here with flyers and information sessions.”
"Well, there are a few people still working out but the people in the office are gone for the night,” he replied. “A tour?” His arms now crossed over his chest. “Do I look like a tour guide?” He pointed at the mop leaning against the reception desk. He then reached for one of the flyers, handing it to the man. “Not everyone has access to computer or smart phone, believe it or not. We have people that come in here and still asks for flyers.”
