“In ten years where do you see yourself?”

The younger boy thought about it for a moment, setting down his friend’s order in front of him. “Probably not making minimum wage?”

“Think grander than that!” He emphasized his point by stretching his arms out.

He did, because his friend asked. “Rich.”

“Yes, that is indeed grander! But from doing what?”

At that, he didn’t hesitate to answer at all. “Run a noodle cart.”

The two boys stared at each other. The older boy’s eyes widened. “Good god. That’s genius.”

Before his boss could yell at him for messing around, he quickly returned to work.