Cut the Chase
Looking over, I saw his customer buying a book about STDs. Wilson returned my gaze with a challenging look.
I finished my own purchase and then put up a "register closed" sign. Finding Andy at the information desk, I told him to ask Wilson to swap spots.
"Don't tell him I told you to."
Wilson seemed safer helping customers find books, yet no matter where I was in the store, I could hear him. He spoke and laughed too loudly. Whenever I caught sight of him, he was always in motion—like he couldn't stay still.
Once, he was—literally—juggling books for a customer. Another time, I saw him actually skipping as he led a customer over to the cooking section. I frowned, unsure what to do.
His lively nature had been fun this last week, but he was pushing it now, and I wasn't entirely sure what my role should be in all of this.