Anthony locked up the back office and slipped the keys to the store in his back pocket. Coat draped over one arm, he made strides back towards the front and tossed Embyr a grin that was, perhaps, one of the first genuine smiles of the evening.
"C'mon. I know a good place close by."
He held the front door open long enough for her to follow him out, before fishing for his keys once again to lock up. Good riddance. He hated this damn shoppe.