Nate glanced up with a friendly smile as he saw Pansy come in. "Just give me five, yeah?" He walked over to the door and started there, flipping the sign to closed and locking it. He had to set the register printing the receipts for the day; he'd balance out the tally after Pansy left, and do the deposit on the way home, which was usual for him and Trina. He'd already straightened up most of what needed to be straightened, since traffic tended to be quiet on a Friday night, which was why they closed early. There were always a few in the store before six, but things fell off sharply then as folks headed out for dinner and their weekend lives.
Once it was all done, he pointed to the back. "I've the kettle on, if you'd like tea, and I hope you don't mind if I grab a bite while we're talking. I'm starved," he admitted. "I was going to try to wait to have dinner until I got home, but if I don't snack, you're going to just be listening to my stomach growling."
He held the curtain aside for her to go into the back. On the one side of the room was a workstation, with an intricately beaded wedding dress (petite and well-rounded) half-finished on a dressmaker's dummy. On the other side was the small kitchenette, with the table and the stove top, and a kettle merrily bubbling away. "Hungry?" Nate asked, gesturing for her to have a seat at the table. "I've cannoli. I was taking them home to Luag, but he won't miss one." Nate grinned at her at that.