“Uh...” Wolfgang's not exactly sure what he's asking here. They're not friends, not exactly, they've talked to this guy like three times in their life, they're didn't think they were at that level. They don't want to presume anything, though.
“No, I don't.” Have hours. It's their store. They can close it and open it whenever they want. Sometimes that's 6 in the evening, sometimes it's 4 in the morning. People come and try the door, and if it's locked, they come back later.
Wolfgang tucks some stray hair behind their ear — it's been extra fluffy today, they had to clip it back to try to tame it. “I, um... like where?”