His answer baffled her as she wondered how anyone could live that way, not necessarily knowing what was next. She would lose her mind. "Isn't that a little unstable?"
"Ah, I guess it depends," he began, wiping sweat from his brow. She could see the beads of moisture forming on his red tendrils. There was something so normal about him, so comfortable. It was something she could never pull off herself. "I'd imagine if I had a family to provide for that it might prove a little difficult, but that's just part of the adventure. And I don't have that. It's just me. You'd be surprised how uncomplicated my life is because of it. Whereas someone like you is reliant on this place which has now failed you for the time being." He motioned around him to the damaged shop.
Clarke narrowed her eyes at him, clearly not liking what he had to say. "My shop has not failed. It just needs to be repaired, which is what I'm paying you for. And just because I'm driven and organized doesn't mean I don't enjoy anything. I enjoy knowing what's going to happen next. That's stability and success like I've always wanted."
"Measuring success based on knowing what comes next isn't smart because you can never know what's next. Take this fire, for instance. You couldn't foresee or control it. By your standards, that means you failed. Life doesn't always go off your plans, so I find it better not to plan. That way, it's all a surprise without disappointments." He gave another dimply smile.
Clarke shook her head, unable to handle anymore. She pulled the key out of her purse and placed it on the counter. "Please lock up when you leave. I'm going home for now, but I'll be coming by to check the progress first thing in the morning." She marched out of the shop as he waved mockingly at her.