Well, Merlin. Look at that. Anthony Goldstein had, in fact, just smirked. And a smirk was almost a smile. Biting down on her lip to keep from chuckling as Anthony's lack of hand-eye coordination made itself known, she kept her gaze averted long enough to make sure she had herself under control.
"You had me at 'alc'." Embyr fetched her shoulder bag from where she'd draped it on one of the displays, then turned back towards her friend. "Can I help you close?" From the past few months of pulling closing shifts as often as possible, she knew it wasn't usually as easy as taking off her name tag and walking out the door. Then again, she'd never worked in retail.