Guy stood up, laying down all the money in his pocket and left. He felt sorry for her having to deal with him, so he gave her the best tip he could. As he left he remembered he could still go to work, he would be yelled at for being late, but he knew she would forgive him soon enough. He was going home but after what he did at the paint shop he didn't want to show his face to his dog. He always liked his job, he didn't have to hurt anyone, and he did have to be majestic and fancy like if he were a sculpture or a blacksmith. He never understood why, but for some reason his boss was only girl he didn't feel embarrassed around, maybe it was because of how she was more like a missionary than a girl to him. She may yell sometimes, or be cranky because of having to go to work, but she was always nice to him, ever since she gave him his job, one he didn't deserve, and helped him get a house and start a new life. She was the nicest person he had ever met, of course almost everyone else he had met was a racist drunk or an ignorant red neck. She helped him realize not everyone was like that. He soon began to run to the mines.