Errol arrived at work early, as usual, to start the coffee pot, reorganize anything that needed it, start shelving any new arrivals, and (most importantly) to skim through said new arrivals for anything of interest. As usual, there was plenty of interest. He leaned against a shelf near the back, flipping through a Philip K. Dick novel when he heard the chime of the door opening at the front of the store. Carefully, he saved his place with the scrap of a receipt and walked to the front, deliberately clearing his throat. He moved silently enough that it tended to startle customers, particularly those who had been caught up in looking at books.
Instead of a customer, though, the person entering was Beauty returning from her vacation. With food, no less. And a different enough appearance from the last time he'd seen her that it gave Errol pause. "Good morning," he said after a moment.