They should have locked the shop earlier. He sighed, groaning softly. She usually did, but today she had seen him come in for something and left the display lights on "Open." Several customers had shown up in the meantime, and the bakery couldn't be left to these people, no matter how dedicated. Very well, they could close and go themselves. He glanced to the door, before he spotted her again at the other end of the garden whites, looking determinedly at the tarts, trying perhaps to clean up the mess of fallen berries she had made. He sighed badly and approached slowly. His jacket ended up skunking over the brushed dusty checkout counter and he straddled the high back of a stool, kicking his boots off against the stand, so that he could rest his head in his hands. She turned at the splash and froze.