"Are you saying I make you want to be rude? I'm not sure how to take that," she said shyly, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. She couldn't help but smile, the wheels in her head turning that Anthony was here. She couldn't have hoped for more. She wouldn't tell on him, of course. It was simply exciting to know she had connections to someone on the outside, someone who might learn more about the order and how they ran.
"Oh Anthony! There is no kind. Don't feed in to their rubbish." Sally-Anne moved forward, wrapping her arms around him for a quick hug. No matter what she did Anthony was still a friend. "There is no kind. Don't feed in to their rubbish." They had memories together and it was honestly good to see him, no matter what conflicting ideals might say. "I'm allowed to close shop for a lunch break. I usually do." She went to the door, locking it behind her and turning the closed sign on. "No, don't risk your safety for me! What are you doing here, anyway? You know how dangerous it is!"