It hadn’t been a long day, per se, at Bair & Switch - those were rare, thankfully - but there had been just one too many gawkers these last few days. People poking and prodding and waving her off and then leaving without a glance back, blathering to their friends about who knew what anymore. It was all enough to set her teeth on edge , and dealing with the last client who had actually wanted to buy something had been like a breath of fresh air - not enough to completely wipe away her ire, but certainly enough to calm it down.
Said customer had actually just left. And she knew for a fact that she had flipped that sign by the door when she’d followed him out. So then why was the door opening again? Biting back a groan, she refused to go look. Finish locking up first, then chase out the illiterate.
When she actually heard who it was, she couldn’t help but smile though. Probably one of the few that could walk through that door right now and not get chased out. Or worse.
She turned the key in the lock before pocketing it and turning to face her guest, a tired but genuine smile in place. “Now William, you and I both know I would never. There’re much more fun ways to make someone disappear. The safes downstairs haven’t been used lately, for instance. And it seems our friends at the LAPD have figured out how to keep you sequestered away, so maybe I’ll have to ask them for some tips.”