The kid shrugged again before picking up the provided pen.
I kept a close watch on it afterwards to see if he'd pocket this one too.
"Sounds like a good deal...
"I mean, I can think of more dreams when I'm rich, right?
"By then, wouldn't they be goals instead?"
He looped his name in a sloppy cursive before slamming down the pen.
"Alright, mister, when can I see the results?"
Sǒuhuà rolled up the document, crumbs and all.
After crumpling it, he dropped it into the tin and replaced the lid.
"As soon as you begin a job."
I guess the kid felt a bit gypped from the way his shoulders slumped.
It's like getting promised a date, but only after marriage.