Ianto has gone back into his private area of the office, thinking he should look for some new pamphlets, since the ones he has out are rather dated, advertising fairs that had already been held or restaurants that had closed, when he hears someone ring the bell. Twice. Three times. Again. And again. And again. He sighs. Probably a kid. He hopes. At least then it might be excusable. Hopefully not one of those people who think that anything more than two seconds counts as slow service. He heads back out to the main office, the wooden beads on the curtain clacking faintly as he walks through them. He freezes when he sees who it is. Of all the people he'd never expect to see again.... "You! What are you doing here?!" Not the politest, but John doesn't deserve politeness.